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Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Dallas Cowboys, NFL, Football, Texas, Humor

Are you ready for the next great NFL satire? Wait no longer! If you're a fan of the Dallas Cowboys or the NFL in general, this book will have you busting a gut as Jimmy Stone and Charlene Rivers recant the tale of how they witnessed the rise and fall of the Irving Titans in the 90's. Is there gratuitous sex? Oh course! Do drugs play a role in player performance? Naturally. Is there a lot of "in your face!" football? More than the law allows. So, what are you waiting for? Get a copy today and relive the glory days of the 90's! Irving Titans 



 

Saturday, February 14, 2015

The Guy Who Reviews Sports Books: Review of "Irving Titans" #NFL

The Guy Who Reviews Sports Books: Review of "Irving Titans": Most books on sports are very serious, whether fiction or non-fiction.  This one, however, is the total opposite as it is over-the-top, raun...


Click on the link for the full review then click on the next link to get YOUR copy and follow the rise and fall of the Irving Titans



 


Friday, February 13, 2015

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Today's Motivational Thought



Believing in your own self-worth is the first critical step in beginning a new start.  

Fifty Shades of sex, betrayal and murder!

I know the world, especially females, are so wet for "Fifty Shades of Grey," I think the battery manufacturers are having a hard time keeping up with the current demand. No surprise there as it did sell over 100 million copies. I could only get through one chapter. Sorry gals, but this is one of the worst books I've ever read. 

Now some of you are probably saying I haven't read any good erotica. That would be false. I have an ample collection from Charity Parkerson, Sandra Wolters and Regina Puckett. These gals can, when the moment hits,  write some good steamy material. Don't believe me? Check them out and you won't be disappointed. 

I've also read a book by J.J. Reinhardt. This is one of the nastiest, brutal works I've ever come across. It is filled with sex, betrayal and murder. What more could a woman reader want?

If you're really ready to experience an erotic story that will have you gasping, this is the story for you!




We all have a breaking point. What will you do when you've reached yours? 

Get a copy today and find out!  Cracking UP!

Thursday, February 5, 2015

New Home Owners Wylie,Texas



I was driving home from my daughter’s house in Wylie this morning and saw a most disturbing site. A crew was preparing to pour a house slab. I know that doesn’t sound like a momentous undertaking but, when the ambient temperature is 31 and holding, this is a BIG problem. Why, you might ask. Simple. What temperature does water freeze at? If you guessed 32, you would be correct. What is one of the leading elements to manufacture concrete? Not cement, concrete. Cement is only another ingredient. Kind of like a Storm Drain is not part of the Sewer system. Okay, let’s move on. Water. It takes water to prepare a proper concrete mix.



If you’ve never built a house, been in construction or know anything about how a home is put together, remember this, if the foundation is bad, I don’t care how much you spend on the home, it’s going to turn to crap! The slab these clowns poured today is going to freeze tonight. That’s right FREEZE! You might ask, what’s the big deal? It’s this. The integrity of the mix has been compromised and will not achieve its designed strength which means, when the framers go in to secure the walls, the base for the house will not be sound enough for the entire unit and in time, the house will literally fall apart.



How can a person protect themselves from buying a scrap heap? Easy. Ask the seller for the test reports for the concrete. If they can’t produce them, find out when the slab was poured.  It takes thirty to forty-five days to complete a house nowadays. If they can’t answer any of your questions about the first two, hopefully they can tell you when the home was completed. Do a timeline then check the weather records for temperature information. You’ll be better informed.



Now, if you’ve already bought the lot and the construction has begun, make damn sure they aren’t pouring the slab in inclement weather and if they are, they damn well better cover it up with plastic so the concrete will properly hydrate and cure.



So, if you’re planning on buying a new home in Wylie, Texas, you have been warned. Oh, the subdivision is located off County Line Road about three miles NE of downtown.

If you have any questions, please leave a comment and I'll respond post-haste. 

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Road Kill Chapter 1 Crime Scene

Over a month ago, I posted the intro for this WIP. Here is chapter one




Captain Fowler, of the Tulsa Police Department, stood fifty feet from the unearthed grave site interviewing Daryl.

“When did you first notice there was something unusual going on?”

“When I started vomiting. What do you think?”

“Sir. Sarcasm is not required.”

“Then don’t ask me a stupid question. As I said, I pulled up on the site and started chewing out my crew for not working. When I saw the white powder I told them to clear off a level pad so we could have a closer examination.”

“You realize, you disturbed a crime scene?”

“I do now. But at the time, how was I supposed to know?”

“How about the smell, or is that a daily occurrence in your line of work?”

“Look, Captain. I’m trying to cooperate, but you’re making this real fucking hard.”

“Sir, language is not necessary.”

“Then stop trying to antagonize me.”

“Sir, the only one being antagonized is me. At this moment, are you aware how many charges I could arrest you on?”

“What?”

“Charges. Are you aware how many laws you’ve broken and are currently breaking by refusing to cooperate?”

“Wait just a fucking minute! I’ve broken no laws. As soon as we saw the body parts, I called it in to my boss, Mack Carlisle, who then called your people. We haven’t moved a yard of dirt since we made the discovery.”

“That’s not entirely true. You told me earlier that after the initial find, you saw it fit to, ’level off’ the area, did you not?”

“Yes. But that was so we could try and figure out what was causing us to throw up.”

“Exactly. One lie.”

“What?”

“Did you also say that after you removed the dirt and your boss instructed you to wait for us to show up, you and your men attempted to I.D. the bodies?”

“Well, yes. But we weren’t trying to take anything.”

“Again. You disturbed the crime scene for a second time.”

“ I’ve just about had it with your accusations.”

“And three. Since the discovery, you’ve been driving your truck all over the site and instructed your men to park their equipment. Correct?”

“Hell yes, I told them to park the equipment. We do it every night as instructed by the company so if anything is stolen over-night, we know exactly what’s missing.”

“For the third time, you instructed your people to disturb physical evidence. Perhaps you have something to hide?”

“The only thing I’m hiding right now is my temper. And believe you me, Captain. Any more accusations and I’ll drop you like a sack of….” Before he could utter the word potato, his face plunged to the ground, a knee jammed into his back and cuffs chained his wrists together.

“Mr. McCall. You will kindly watch your mouth around me. If not, you will spend the night as my guest. Understood?”

Spitting dirt out of his mouth he grunted, “Yes.”

“Good.” he un-cuffed him. “Don’t think of leaving town. I may have more questions for you.”

He began walking over to the excavation, letting Daryl help himself up.



* * *



Fowler applied Vicks Vapor Rub to his nose then donned a handkerchief.

“What do you have, Ricky?”

“Three bodies and a partial fourth. Two male and a female. Won’t know about the fourth until we get them back to the lab.”

“Preliminary thoughts?”

“Execution style killing. Each victim has a single gunshot to the head. Appears their hands and legs were bound. They were forced to crouch when they were killed. The killers then covered them up with lime to reduce the smell.”

“Time of death?”

“Too early to make an exact determination, but by the state of decomposition I’d say between seventy-two and ninety-six hours.”

“Interesting.” He rubbed the stubble on his face. “Why would anyone commit such a violent act on an active construction site?”

“Sir, that’s your job. Mine’s informing you how they died, not why.”

“I’m well aware of my job, Ricky.”

“Then why did you ask?”

“Because it’s what I do. Get the bodies back to the lab. I want that report as soon as it’s ready.”

“I always do, boss.”

Robert Fowler watched the crew load up the bodies into the meat wagon.

He lit up a smoke, smiling. “Goodbye, my friends.”