Perky Nipple Time - Weather Report From The North
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Those perky nipples would be mine. Camp remains resolutely male and boring. Hence, this boring topic, from a boring PL, leading a boring non-SC life.
Thing is, I am happier than that proverbial pig rolling in shit! My brain is being exercised like never before and my wits are being taxed by dealing with a couple of real sharks in the business. tuscl is my tenuous connection to the SC world.
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Food for thought-to keep law required distance, St. James has nothing around it for 1/3 mile-surrounded by woods and dry brush.
That hot geophysicist will be making her third visit to camp at the end of next week. I respect her professionally. Her first suggestion for well siting worked out in spades so I eagerly await her next report. I admit to having horny thoughts about her but thoughts they shall remain; I am not about to let my horndog self mess up a profitable business relationship.
I did have a business meal and drinks with her in Calgary. She left me in the lounge flirting with an adjacent table of secretaries.
Sorry to hear it, but that sentence could fit a few strip club visits I've had. At least the pesky insects are no more!
By the way, what's the speed limit on a road like the one that joins Calgary and Edmonton? From Windsor to London it's a rather slow 100 km/hr. Many folks were pushing 120 km/hr though. And the billboard threatening a $10,000 fine if going 50+ km/hr over the limit, well I never saw anyone doing it.
Speed limit on Hwy 2 between Calgary and Edmonton is 110kph which means everyone does at least 120kph. The Horsemen seem to forgive the first 10kph over the posted speed limit.
Here is a story for you that I posted earlier. During the 'big boys toys' phase of my retirement I owned a Ferrari. I powered up the beast one evening on that highway and got clocked by a Horseman at 280kph on his radar gun. In abject terror over the speed,I was already slowing down when I got caught. The Horseman gave me a break by writing the citation at a speed leaving me three demerits on my licence, letting me keep my driver's licence. I paid a monstrous fine, sold the sexy red machine, bought an F-150, and started driving like a timourous old lady. My personal vehicle insurance package now costs me a fortune and will continue to do so for at least five years.
But, I will say, I loved the speed thrill that machine gave me. Even the terror was a 'rush'.