Monday, August 17, 2015

smoking can be hazardous to you health


 

A town of Lamartine man died Saturday when a homemade meat smoker exploded.
Richard L. Zabel, 55, was found dead at 1:19 p.m. inside a machine shed at W9184 Johnson Road.
Lt. of Detectives Cameron McGee said the Fond du Lac County Sheriff's Office is investigating the incident.
"The North Fond du Lac Ambulance and Lamartine First Responders were called to the scene for the initial report that someone had fallen. When investigators arrived on scene, they discovered that a 55-year-old man was dead inside the building," McGee said.
McGee said Zabel was cooking turkeys and chickens in the meat smoker. According to online records, the property where the explosion occurred is owned by Bernard and Vicki Giebel. Zabel lives nearby.
"Evidence indicates that the flame on the LP burner went out and as a result the gas continued to accumulate inside the smoker," McGee said. "And when (Zabel) went to relight the burner, the spark from the lighter caused the gas to explode."
McGee said the force of the explosion caused the heavy-duty door of the smoker to blow open, striking Zabel in the head, killing him instantly.
"When something explodes, it's going to blow open at the weakest point which was the door, which was triple-latched," McGee said.
McGee said the smoker was larger and better constructed than most store-bought models.
"It was about 4 feet tall and about 3 feet wide and built really solid, including the door. Someone really put a lot of thought into building this thing," McGee said. "We were told that they had been using it for the past three years without any problems."

HMMMMMM.......now that the Turkey is smoked they shouldn't have any more problems.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

blessed be those who wear clean underwear...for they shall not offend

so.... I stumbled on this... “Blessed are the weird people–poets, misfits, writers, mystics…painters & troubadours–for they teach us to see the world through different eyes.”

Moab Dichleer and I kinda liked it. Misfits...if you say it over and over it sounds like oven mits or something. Milwaukee Misfits would also be just a peachy name for a baseball team. But I kind of thought a little more about the Blessed thing. I mean, if we are going to go around blessing Misfits....why gees, I am sure there are others that could use a good blessing... ....
Blessed are the poor in spirit for they have not had enough beer.
Blessed are they who mourn, for they didn't cover the point spread on the last Packer game.
Blessed are the meek, for they never get laid. Blessed are the clean of heart, now if they would only clean their underwear is what I'm thinking.
Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they hang out with the meek.
Blessed are the merciful, for they will be subject to ridicule and scorn by the Tea Party.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called wimps and shipped off to Iraq.
Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness,* for their commie pinko attitude gets them shit from everyone.
Blessed are you when they insult you and persecute you and utter every kind of evil against you 'cause that'll teach you to be a guest on Bill O'Reilly's show! HA!
So anyways, Rejoice and be glad, for your reward will be great unless you are audited by the IRS. Then you can just go hang out with the meek and curse your brother-in-law who did your taxes.

Monday, April 28, 2014

Burned out...toasty, working on staying tasty

well...I sure haven't written anything here in a bunch. They call it, 'visually' impaired. Hd this laptop set up with great big letters and stuff, and with some difficulty, I can still type, but it got hard to do. And when they reconfigured it, somehow the tool bar on blogger semi-disappeared. paragraphs disappeared...welll here's the story, a week or so ago my apartment house caught fire and well, gosh, I became a displace person. Really....so anyways...for theraputic reasons, I am going to come back. Maybe some readers are left or maybe not, but I never started this thing to be a Hemingway...it was just to get stuff off my mind, to reach out to like minded folks....and, let's be honest..it was good fun. I think it can still be fun. Hope to hear from ya'll...Iza gonna post and get around....again. Stuff.

Saturday, February 1, 2014

pppfffffffffffffffffffffttttttttttttttttttttttt

well, still can't see very well. Still can't make paragraphs on blogger....but I scrapped together enough money for a beer. back later.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

no time for blogging.... have some punch

"Well, no," says the Irishman, "but it happens to me sister all the time!"
"Damn, I just joined the Rotary Club.""No", the guys says, "I can't believe that the donkey sold the place." “Oh, those are the peanuts,” he replies. “They’re complimentary.” And the rabbi replied, "No . . . I think I'll just wait for the police." The blind man is silent for a moment and then says, "Nah, I wouldn't want to have to explain it five times."

Friday, November 1, 2013

Duck this why doncha

there is a line between wise-cracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wise-cracking is simply calisthenics with words.” BUT.... a joke is a joke is a joke...... as long as I think it's funny...it's called the jimm-rule. Five doctors went duck hunting one day. Included in the group were a general practice (GP) physician, a pediatrician, a psychiatrist, a surgeon and a pathologist. After a time, a bird came winging overhead. The first to react was the GP who raised his shotgun, but then hesitated. "I'm not quite sure it's a duck," he said, "I think that I will have to get a second opinion." And of course by that time, the bird was long gone. Another bird appeared in the sky thereafter. This time, the pediatrician drew a bead on it. He too, however, was unsure if it was really a duck in his sights and besides, it might have babies. "I'll have to do some more investigations," he muttered, as the creature made good its escape. Next to spy a bird flying was the sharp-eyed psychiatrist. Shotgun shouldered, he was more certain of his intended prey's identity. "Now, I know it's a duck, but does it know it's a duck?" The fortunate bird disappeared while the fellow wrestled with this dilemma. Finally, a fourth fowl sped past and this time the surgeon's weapon pointed skywards. BOOM!! The surgeon lowered his smoking gun and turned nonchalantly to the pathologist beside him. "Go see if that was a duck, will you?" I was going to kill myself today by taking a thousand aspirin. But after taking the first two I felt better. I failed my Health and Safety class test today. Apparently, when they ask you, "In the event of a fire, what steps would you take?" "Goddam large ones" is not the correct answer The devout cowboy lost his favorite Bible while he was mending fences out on the range. Three weeks later, a duck walked up to him carrying the Bible in its mouth. The cowboy couldn't believe his eyes. He took the precious book out of the duck's mouth, raised his eyes heavenward and exclaimed, "It's a miracle!" "Not really," said the duck. "Your name is written inside the cover." A man in a movie theater notices what looks like a duck sitting next to him. "Are you a duck?" asked the man, surprised. "Yes." "What are you doing at the movies?" The duck replied, "Well, I liked the book." A policeman in the big city stops a man in a car with a duck in the front seat. "What are you doing with that duck?" He exclaimed, "You should take it to the zoo." The following week, the same policeman sees the same man with the duck again in the front seat, with both of them wearing sunglasses. The policeman pulls him over. "I thought you were going to take that duck to the zoo!" The man replied, "I did. We had such a good time we are going to the beach this weekend!" A man and his pet duck walk into a bar. It's about 5pm, but they're ready for a good night of drinking. They start off slowly, watching TV, drinking beer, eating peanuts. As the night goes on they move to mixed drinks, and then shooters, one after the other. Finally, the bartender says: "Last call." So, the man says, "One more for me... and one more for my duck." The bartender sets them up and they shoot them back. Suddenly, the duck falls over dead. The man throws some money on the bar, puts on his coat and starts to leave. The bartender, yells: "Hey buddy, you can't just leave that lyin' there." To which the man replies: "That's not a lion, that's a duck.".... ok.... rained all day yesterday...about one and half inches. dark...gloomy today. It just left me all feeling ...ducky

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