So was watching an episode of AirWolf on the computer stream, working on this week's show. It was one where the airline plane goes underwater. So here are 4 of the cast of course wearing nylons and I thought as it's my continuous research, of that subject and thought , I wonder if, those feet stink worse when they are in water or does the water remove some of the bacteria that creates the aroma?
On subject of the radio show, I have decided that until many tech things including but not limited to the finishing of the fiber connection, newer equipment installed in the studio and all, that I'm going to do the radio gig once maybe twice a week and no more. I just can't. I need writers, outside producers, researchers, and more. So its radio on the rear shelf goes forward with flying and toewing. Between my health status barely being legal to fly, and age, hey next month I hit a 62-mile stick of life, so I need to slow down. Where I'm at is great, and all needs to do is haul LexiBelle, home and do the resurrection duties. Believe me when I say I love radio and broadcasting and boldly flying the Ayrewaves where no one else dares, but the fact is, while my mind says yes, my body says no. Plus dealing with StarLyte Cable in our lawsuit against them for a million bucks, for breach of contract and one other utility, my ass is busy, so need to stay home, sleep overnight, and bust ass when most people are awake.
So I found that this mystery lady from AM Falls, is toying again, my plate is full of that. See if most women that apply for a spot on our radio A-Team would stick around long enough, they'd find that my heart belongs to two, LexiBelle 
and Erin
and only her. Anyone else is just recreation, that I really don't want or need to participate in. The act of injection, by penius to me is about as exciting as taking a poop. Once the gunk squirts, your in it with her nearly for life, especially when they send that little letter that says, GREETINGS, greet my ass. Moreover I really don't want to carry their baggage. Let's face it, a woman my age has lots of baggage. In my view, if she's my age, single and pretty, there is a secret I don't want to discover. So I stay away from it. Not turning queer or anything, just don't want women hanging on me. I did that for 4 damn years which brought me here to Tweaker Flatts in the first place, and with the places I see, that I used to go with Mom and Dad, it gets me. Today I missed my Mom, very much, I took a ride on my scoot, down Hagerman way. Saw the old house, saw the new home we built, nearly destroyed in my opinion 
I saw the doors by our first shop, all torn up, and I cried. My Mom sanded and Varathaned all 32 doors of that house, sanding, then resanding so those doors were smooth as a baby's butt. Then those doors on the shop, built to store helicopters, all gone. As I drove through Hagerman I realized that no matter how much you want to, ya'll can't circle back, time is finite, so is lyfe, as it is I am finite, I'd love to live life, long enough to see the Club blooming, the radio op, fully operational and living a healthy and fully staffed, and AyreWolf Aviation running super smooth with 10 byrds, in OUR hangar. Buy a good solid dually truck, and a Airstream trailer and see the nation, just as my dad dreamed of. Any flyte, see ya'll Friday at Noon on ayrewolffm.com 
and only her. Anyone else is just recreation, that I really don't want or need to participate in. The act of injection, by penius to me is about as exciting as taking a poop. Once the gunk squirts, your in it with her nearly for life, especially when they send that little letter that says, GREETINGS, greet my ass. Moreover I really don't want to carry their baggage. Let's face it, a woman my age has lots of baggage. In my view, if she's my age, single and pretty, there is a secret I don't want to discover. So I stay away from it. Not turning queer or anything, just don't want women hanging on me. I did that for 4 damn years which brought me here to Tweaker Flatts in the first place, and with the places I see, that I used to go with Mom and Dad, it gets me. Today I missed my Mom, very much, I took a ride on my scoot, down Hagerman way. Saw the old house, saw the new home we built, nearly destroyed in my opinion 
I saw the doors by our first shop, all torn up, and I cried. My Mom sanded and Varathaned all 32 doors of that house, sanding, then resanding so those doors were smooth as a baby's butt. Then those doors on the shop, built to store helicopters, all gone. As I drove through Hagerman I realized that no matter how much you want to, ya'll can't circle back, time is finite, so is lyfe, as it is I am finite, I'd love to live life, long enough to see the Club blooming, the radio op, fully operational and living a healthy and fully staffed, and AyreWolf Aviation running super smooth with 10 byrds, in OUR hangar. Buy a good solid dually truck, and a Airstream trailer and see the nation, just as my dad dreamed of. Any flyte, see ya'll Friday at Noon on ayrewolffm.com 
