Are you sure her pheete and/or Butt don't Smell?

 

Some think that certain parts of a woman's body could possibly smell foul. Fact is it doesn't.

Studies, at Hazzard County University, conducted by Prof. Timothy Butler has determined that in fact even her underarms does not stink. 

While the study was conducted through clinical trials and research, it is a fact that her body odor is not just sweet, its healthy. And she by unconscious effort is in realITy her way of attracting a mate. That oderifference is her scent made up by pheromones, those pheromones to a male humanoid signal she is looking at connecting with a male corpuscle for copulation. 

Have you ever noticed that in the mammal animal kingdom that there are certain times that if your hound or in our case the Wolf, where if its a female how just about every critter in the neighborhood is sniffing in the air and most likely her hiney? 

 it's because that male Wolf is looking to breed. The same thing is true for the humanoid female. While that may stink 

to another woman, to us men it's a essence of female hormones and pheromones, attracting us. We can't help being attracted.

L8R Aviators

Have you ever noticed that most of the women on social media like facebook and others that bark about how life has treated them are women that you can never go on a date with?

 

Have you ever noticed that the women that are in these lonely but moldie groups and discussion rooms on social media, that sit there saying they've been injured or hurt by some guy, are the same ones, that even if you send a friend invite, and they honor it, will never bust a move groove to at least try to visit you for real, to get chummy, or at least a date? Even if you offer to pay their airfare, they still will not say an affirmative yes. The ones that do exchange howdy's are trolls looking to score serious cash, and in most cases aren't even women. Thank goodness I discovered reverse photo look up. That's not always definitive but dern close. 

That said, oh woa-az me tisk tisk, how about reaching out to a real guy, with a real career, that is in charge of a company that employs, 20,000 plus employees, and does a business volume each year of just under $5,000,000.00 a year. Yet is all alone? Nope they can't be bothered. Yet every night its a social media soap opera and I'm just waiting for the organ to play going from one scene to the other. Yes, I watch those dramas, why? Because every once in a grey moon, you see some hottie on there, that you might can cast or hire for a TV ad. Or at least a calendar spread any way.

Which brings me to the subject, of pin up models, TV ads etc. That's what I mean by getting in front of a camera Lense. Never fails, I put up a thing on facebook or   Craigslist, for such, and immediately I get a bunch of fuss-buckets thinking I'm recruiting for a porn shoot. Ain't so. Our style is more of the images of war time, mostly the roaring 1920's, Merna Loy among others. They were so graceful, daring, and always hinting, but never revealing. Some of those images found their way to the sides of aircraft. Bombers mostly, even the blooming bombs themselves. That's the style or styles we are recruiting for, and yet, just like every dern business in this nation, these days, can't find anyone. The ones you do find only are in it for the money, instead of the art, of telling a story, via their image without any words. 

This nation has became so dern blooming paranoid that one can't get a grip. Sure, it would be grand if for a couple of grand, you could pick up a phone, dial up ACME Modeling Agency, have an audition call and interview a few lovelies for a photo or video shoot. Unfortunately, those types of establishments don't exist at least here in this area, and fewer still in Boise. There used to be at least 3 that were good. Anita Sales had one that was spawned from Blanche Evans Agency. Too bad she passed on and left a big gap. Too bad so sad.

So, the next time you visit facebook, and see all these crying gals wanting sympathy, ask the question, why is she complaining? Why doesn't she bust a move?

L8R Aviators.

Only Because it got discontinued, Reviving a begotten .

 

Good food, Great drinks, and not one bow-wow wait staff person in the place. No wonder everyone here goes to Olive Garden, here in Twin Falls. Glad Morgan got me to going in there. I have been there just about every other day, for the last two weeks, and can't get enough of the lasagna. It's so darn good. I have dreams of it. Too bad it's not offered as much as I want to eat. Be nice.

The concept of good customer service has been lost in America, or at least here in Idaho, especially Twin Falls. Most food establishments, want you to order, eat, drink, then get the hell out of there. Don't know if it's that Olive Garden pays better or what never asked, but at least they try harder than some of the rest of the establishments here. It's the same level of kindness and determination I'll demand at the Reaper/Wolf's Lair when we open in 2024. Not just a biker's bar, not just a Marine Aviators bar, but a full dining experience. Watch here for updates.

Going to the Olive Garden renewed my attitude of the dream of what I had in mind just a few years ago, when, even with reservations, I relocated here to the Tragic Valley. It's still Tragic, but hopefully The WolfPack can give the area some mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. It needs it. 

Was going to Wyoming this week, but scrubbed that, in view of the fire duties we have here right now. Once AyreWolf Aviation, Gets paid for that money won't be the stress it has been. Told you we'd come back. 

On the Radio Werx. Going to sit down with our partners at White Cloud, to see if there could be a solution using their services to revive ayrewolf-fm. 

The main reason I do that and lean more towards, the sultry, seductive feminine voice on our air waves, is because out on some distant U.S. Navy floating airport, is a Navy or Marine aviator, in lying on a steel hardly comfortable bunk, with his smart-phone, or laptop, that could use a bit of a pick me up on the air. The right tunes, the right voice, can make all the difference. 

Why shouldn't America, have a Qusai Tokyo Rose, of our own? That's what I intend to deliver, and with the financial aid of the WolfPack, The Hazzard Knytes, and Department of Defense, we can do just that, deliver. Certainly, the way things have been lately, our Military service members could use a bit of cheer. 

Last, as reported in my last entry: We are reviving Rode Wolf Toewing, here. The main piece is LexiBelle, My beloved truck. For 4 years or so she's sat in Wyoming, to have two simple things done, repair a fuel tank, and a slight rewire. But this has gone to a reportable theft of the truck, damage to the steering column, and now a cracked block. It's my intention to getting one of our locals here, to truck down there and fetch the old girl, and me do the fixin. Should have done that to start with. 

While I love both Nate and Rick, they have apparently something better to do than fix my truck. Had one singing the blues on money to do so. My thought? Show me something being done and moving forward and watch how fast those dead Presidents flow. No show, no dough. 

L8R Aviators.

 

OMG it's dern near midnight, welcome to AyreWolf Chronicles

 

Welcome to AyreWolf Chronicles. We have been updating our operation to a more advanced mode. Once it was just a bunch of us wyng nuts getting together to restore old vintage warbirds and vintage military helicopters. That won't change but there's a different flip side to it all. As a companion subsidiary of the Hazzard County Knytes, we have to set a slightly elevated status, so we refired up Rode-Wolf Toewing, and as such reinstalled the Rode Wolvez Association as that unit's posterior. 

Okay pinups, models and tush.

We recruit constantly women of a better than better look and personality, so that we can do calendars, videos and pinup posters posing with our restored Warbirds and Helicopters. Moreover, these images are then transferred to the aircraft as what was once called Nose-Art. That doesn't mean tattoos. However, the Pickins for such are mighty slim. Some get the toew smooch, most think it's a freaky deal, but it is only a comedic thing to draw attention to the concept we are ready and able to tow any vehicle you are driving when it breaks down or involved in a wreck etc. It's not for me getting my jollies kneeling down and huffing and kissing some stenchy phoote. That toew smooch is such a tiny piece to the gig. While it may be freaky and all, a gal that can come to the home office, whip off her heels and say have at it are the kind of women we want to work with. Why? If they are not intimidated of a simple toew smooch, then just about anything else can and able to perform weird things that we do in front of the camera, or in the radio studio. The toew smooch may be freaky, but it's saved our butts more times than I can count. I have had, only 5 younger women, that have past that test, the rest push back and are never heard from again. 

Seams as though most women are very protective and all about their Pheete. Pheete are for their significant other and no one else. Even if they are doing a photo session.

I preffer nyloned pheete, to bare feet. Nylon hosiery keeps body sweat off of very expensive paint applications on the rods, kustoms as well as vintage ayrecraft. Heels are seldom worn. A sharp heel through a canvas wing, that then needs replaced after the photo session, is big money. This we have to pay for not the owner of the ayrecraft. So, I always want to see the model applicants' toes and pheete at a interview. The other reason I prefer nylons on the gals is that nylons cover and smooth out the look of the pheete. Not to mention sucks in a slightly oversized applicant. 

With that most depart, to nowhere land and that's it. 

On the Radio Gig.

I haven't assembled that back together since we moved from the old Times News Building 6 months ago. Reason can't convince any local internet access provider that has the bandwidth, we need to revive our accounts.

Sparklight wont, and Lumen/CenturyLink wont. What I have now just does not have the horsepower. Plus, with us moving the HQ of ayrewolffm.com to Salt Lake City, why reassemble everything if I have to take it all apart again for that move. So ayrewolffm.com is on hold for now. 

In my next installment I'll talk about our experiences with the Olive Garden, and Red Robbin.

Till then keep the wyngz level.

Let's not talk about stinky feet, oh sorry aromatic pheete and toes, oh why not?

 

Okay shoot me, but the fact of combining the two words TOE and TOW together making toew, for us in the emergency disabled vehicle recovery and Transport was a bright idea, even though it's a bubble off plumb.

Of the many absurd concepts, it was a young lady named Emme, or as she preferred M, who created the idea of smooshing the two words together.

Now granted, kneeling down and giving a smooch to smelly pheete, take a bit of getting used to. Call it an acquired taste. However, the thing has paid itself over, and over again. 

Let me give you an example. A few ago, I was scanning my email, and caught a notice from my membership at Stage-32. A gal who put on her profile on Stage-32 said she worked at American Tower-Canada. The TOW of the word TOW-ER, intrigued me so I took a gander. Her gig has nothing to do with Toewing. But had she spelled it TOEWER, that would mean toewing, or Toewer. 

what I tripped over back in 1982 was the fact that it's very easy to make a typo, and drift folks away from what you're trying to get across. 

Back in 1997 after I had regained the old homestead near Hazzard, good old KTOW FM was the only station in Idaho running Overdrive Trucking News as well as the Overdrive Top-Ten Countdown. The latter was hosted by legendary radio personality Bill Mack. Even he had trouble pronouncing the word TOW. He was saying TOW that sounded like Cow or Kay Towh. It was at that point that I knew there had to be a way to get the wording across, without confusion. A member of the Knytes, played a prank, by putting up a billboard ad in Twin Falls here of my getting jollies with one of his female conquests. To make this short, I sat there and after the vicious voices coming out of the ole CB, I thought how can I make this prank into something to reel in cash? 

So, the idea hadn't quite hit yet, but over the course of many years, I was sitting in a motel room, waiting on an escort car for a wide load going to Rock Springs Wyoming, and as I do everywhere looked up who was in toewing in that area. So I saw a phone book ad from Star Valley Wyoming that said, we don't want your arm or your legs, just your toes. A few years after saw another ad in Boise, that had a car hauler kissing a gals had with the tag, "We treat our customers like royalty" shortly there after was tending my nephew and snagged the movie Cinderella on Disney. Put it all together and instead of placing a slipper on a gals phoote, I thought well we are basing the company on Hazzard County/aka: Dukes of Hazzard, the biggest draw was Daisy, and her hind limbs, let's put that all to use and our ads had me kissing a model's toes and it saying at Cooter's Toewing, we LuV Toews. And that's it. 

Yes at times the pheete smell atrocious, that's why I insist on the talent wear nylons, granted it ain't much but stockings retain the integrity of the shot, but keeps my lips from rotting toe fungi. 

Didn't do much today, had diarrhea early this morning which made me miss Church, then shortly after 14:00 hours went up near Hill City, Idaho, to fly fire cover for a raging brush fire there. 

Going to be working on the station reconstruction in the PM, after I go pay, rent. Forgot to do that Friday. 

L8R Ya'll

 

It always means trouble. Trying to go head to head with the big boys

 Never Fails:

Your online surfing the net, suddenly the artificial intelliegence says you can't do that, but of course you can, and you do. Arguing with such folks as Micro-crap, and Chrome is like wrestling with a pig in mud, they love it as much as you do. You still don't change their minds.

Okay, we didn't win the contract for flying fire patrol over Arco, and the Oriental smoozer there at that Grand Motel turned Apartments, says there's no vacancy. Okay, but why advertise on CraigsList, if you don't have vacancies? Must be this Ronald guy has taken a page out of the Teen-Girl teasing manual.  Stick their stuff in front of you, then refuse to put out, or make you feel guilty for even looking, much less than sniffing.

So for now we are Twin Falls Idaho based, and might be hide time to get serious about this.

The Radio gig is stalled, well lets take a journey to Salt Lake City, rattle the cage of Lumen/CenturyLink, and see if we can fix the malfunction from and of the no compute websphere. 

Yes been doing a lot of Lynchburg Lemonaides at Red Robbin Lately. Yes, but there is a method to my madness. Mainly, snapping the snare at Red Robbin, as an advertiser. Get tight with the brass, oh wait a minute, that could be us, rather me if need be, as they are at least here looking for an exec manager. Hmm. Hmm? Is right.

Look we as an organization don't have a lot of cash in our stash right now, but if done covertly and stealthily, we might, and I say might can get this bad road to do a heavy duty U turn. 

As for me, headed to IHOP. its breakfast, and ad probe time.

TTylYA