but they can turn you off by lightning. try paying your bill fast?

So you want or in my case need to pay your cell phone bill.  So you page and text and send multiple emails to no avail.  Now your subject to delays near as bad as Boss Hogg paying for a charity . Yet if your a day, or a second off from your due date you are restrained faster than Boss Hogg eating raw liver.[ don't Knox it Lotta protein. ] 

Why is that? Even signing up for new service. Is a long wait. Sheesh, Sheriff Roscoe could gain on them Dukes faster. 

Now then here is where I was howling about the bank.

Experien took $40.00 from me without fussing but the bank ever on the watch said nope. Normally I would get a phone message. Except outside of a wifi email my phone being off didn't help none. Guess what quadruple problems.  So plan is sign up with another carrier while retaining the older Union Cellular service we rather that I have now for personal use. 

Even though the Knytes have grown exponentially still we have always kept things steady and simple with that personal touch that have so eluded from. The online side and A.I.  being what it is, the person to person eye level spit and shake contact can't be automated.  Brick & Mortar style of a store front is not dead. Infact I would say getting a renasonce revival. 

Some things even in this sense of constant change some things never change.

Keep it tween the Ditches.

was it what thought it was going to be?

Why have these bar codes?

You scan a code problem is where the hell did it go? You can't find nothing. So where did it go?

Do you ever see a piece at the mall or elsewhere that looks so hot 🔥 that you swear if you touch her ya'll would burn your fingers with 3rd degree burns but you get to know her to find that while her outside looks good there is a very mean hyena inside.  Was it what you thought it or is she worth it? 

You reside in one place yet yearn to going back to a place that once upon a time you found peace, only to find that where you left is no longer what you envisioned it to be? The friends and times you remembered are no longer there or who they were once? 

Was it worth it? Was it the way you thought it would be?

We're those treasures that you remembered were there. No longer there? Was the dream you had late one night beginning to becoming the thing or circumstance you dreaded?? That ery nightmare that smelled so luscious then becoming the Demon that woke you up? 

Was it worth it? Was it what you thought it would 🤔 😏 be? 

I had such down Evanston way one night that some how I ended back in Glenn's Ferry Idaho.  The rest of the premonition was just that a warning ⚠️ premonition. Not the full fright but the knowing of a future thing that had me in a sweat, such a sweat that I was very thankful to Kahless for it being only a fright dream.

You need to then re ex and think that was it really worth it?

Keep it between the ditches.

no matter what you do fb is not your friend.

It is never their fault  but You know it is. 

I at these times recall the casino scene from the newer version of Walking Tall. When the hero of that flick walks in and takes a big piece of lumber and begins hammering everything and everyone in the place. 

That is the dream I have of Walking in to Fakebook X aka Twitter and a few others going up to the reception desk and just smackdown on the little dorks there up beside their A.I. mini 🧠 brains. If it wasn't for the media werx here in the Confederate Star . Organization that is exactly what I would do. I was called out on that once about 3 years ago, by some FBI office dude. My feelings were not changed, Just the method of application of the Bug-A-Salt. Nothing kicks butt on Big Tech like Big Tech. The only one I count on is Alphabet aka Google.  Now that we rather I  haven't had troubles with Google.  But I know that when there is a snafu with Google it's curable with a albeit a lengthy one but a phone call.  Usually with a side of billing. Within a week or so problem solved. With X and Facebook you can't call them, and forget the help pages. Most of those goes to some Lillipushen somewhere mostly Singapore or Thailand or Philippines.  Never a real American who just might understand what and where places like Montana, Wyoming and Idaho is located. 

Zuckerberg a few years ago went on  a cross country haul with a gear splitter and one might have thought that the geography lesson would suffice. The only kick butt solution is  judge a courtroom and several of our winged warrior attorneys. This is why even with the risk that many celebrities and not so fave celebrities don't post on Facebook or X. If anything it's usually a press agent or publicist doing the postings.I don't deny Zuckerberg or his operation any harm, but biting or should I say byteeing them by their wallet do you get anything done. 

Face it Facebook and others have not fully recovered from post pandemic problems and they are still trying to find employees.  While many have cut their staffing and all quality client service staffs have not . So it is; that in amongst the responsibilities I am as CEO of the Knytes of Dixie MC as well as the XO[executive officer ] of the WolfPack aka AyreWolveZ.  This is one of my tasks. 

What started all of this? Some bug crawler street princesses that plague Social Media. Our solution? That in our next post. 

it ain't that easy cleavy.

You do get enuff sleep. What you might not get is stress relief. My world revolves around 3 things. ĹexiBelle, my tow truck, the Mountain West Confederacy, and of course the Hazzard County Knytes. With that introduction, I will briefly tell you how the clubb started.

Jimmy Mac, myself, Lester Culbertson junior had just opened our hot rod shop. Downtown Hagerman Idaho 9/1978.

Now this part is important. A popular movie called the HOLLYWOOD KNIGHTS had started making the rounds  of movie  show places.

The slight change in costuming from roller skates to white go- go boots, was daring and innovative.

On a prop hunt for those boots, I saw a car. Thee car. Some ruffian had built a rough duplicate of years old Gen Lee. If it hadn't been for finding those boots there might not have been a Hazzard Knytes. The rest is history

 From go go boots to hot buttered legs in pantyhose, it's always been leggy around here. Is it a 3rd member raising thrill ? Sometimes but, mostly comediac. From the get go it's been about feet [ pheete] . Tow truck or toew truck, KTOW or Kay to(e)W. First studio outside of Hazzard was in a foot doctors office. While some say it's a bit creepy, still ìts a great way to see if a lady talent has the ovaries to measure up to, outlaw rebel Hazzard County  standards. In two weeks the Hazzard KNYTES will be 53 years old. Details of the snash party is on knytesofdixie.org 

L8R Ta8ters

The only answer to this is, a complex manager is leary about having a white, not elderly single male living here.

Just as it is, with lady missionaries of LDS following, so too it is with tax credit housing or at least this complex.
When I moved in here I was the stud of the place, the manager treated me like a king, but when her son said if you get tight with him I ain't your kid anymore the level of attraction was reduced. Wasn't that interested to begin with. Then came the little spoiled brat Nicki who tripped over an extension cord that I plugged in the liL Wolf. She called the owners and so I got my ass jumped and once I got the General out to the shop it went there as well.
Then , 

 the list of just plain crap just escalated. Was told the fuz was here past Friday or so, if they were , they weren't too interested as when I called dispatch there was no record of being here, nor what it was for. Of course, they got after two good ones, a maintenence guy, that looks like Paul Bunyan, and I see that our managers heart skips a beat when he shows up at the office. 

I have came to the conclusion, that our complex manager here is starting to get spooked on the threshold of me being the only SINGLE viral male in the complex with the majority of the residents being outside of a slim handful, being able bodied women. The fear is one of them and I might do the fandango or something. Reality? I'm too tied to do that, I don't cheat. Oh how these next 5 days are going to go all too slow, but I wished they'd go much faster as all I want to see the village of Evanston in my rearview. Not my windshield. The move here in the first place was a farce, the fat woman and her toothpick guy moving me into that trailer out at Yellow Creek Estates, second had LiL Wolf not frozen up out there and needing to be thawed out , out at Nates, I'd have never stayed long. Of course the fat lady and her hubby never told me they withheld the $600.00 that I paid to get in there in the first place. That same $600.00 less about two weeks could have allowed me to move back into  Utah, and forget this entire ordeal. Of course then came what was the original spot for the Reaper which was the old Lotty's here that for $4k a month without a booze license would not sustain itself, then came that Brittany Evans and her mother wanting me to hire her. Sorry no hire under age girl to work in a mostly MC bar. Then came the suggestion by our complex's manager's hubby that I team up with some friend of his. So I rented a shop. Not only did Lester's friend abandone me, but when it came to pony up except Rick, Joey, and Nathan, all of a sudden were always broke. Not before they tore a new hole in the shop project, both reputation wise, and both not having any idea of how to turn wrenches, nor even willing to go halves on power, phone bill, and so on. Then Rick moved in but being a bit abrasive between Ricks, father in law and I that never went well. So of course by then, LexiBelle and LiL Wolf was still needing work, couldn't respond to most calls. Add to that not being able to find any one of any gender to babysit the radio gig, here in the Lair, couldn't go anyway. Of the two, on average I catch at least 8 sometimes 10 toews, a week. Every single major auto club calls me first. Add to that at least 15 road service calls that I refer to Nate, since my service truck was down, means not only could I have made good money doing that here, and not have been such a draw on our Bishop, and/or our Ward, but could have done more business than any toew service here. Built bikes, and lived and prospered. But did the Bishop say I know someone that might could slide in and help at the shop? Nope. Of course I remember our complex manager here, her niece was interested in doing duty here in the Lair on air. Complex manager said it would work, due to her nieces lack of dependability. The real reason, our complex manager thought it might be a bit too dangerous on a personal safety level for her niece to work here in the Lair on air. Of course other events that followed and in between would have made any Confederate male corpuscle loose their mind. 
Two other things, that must be mentioned. One; For a life mate, I had to import my lady Shelly, which this village had to dang near tar and feather, so we fought alot . So twice she went home to Florida. Where was all these teasing feminazi's before Shelly, and even after? Then if not to add insult to injury to get at least one gal on air, I had to import another gal all the way up from Arizona. Really Evanston? There isn't at least one big mouth that's mature enough to venture out and help build HazzardAyre here? 
Looking back on it all, I remember when that Coradini chick was mayor of Salt Lake City was in office, some guy wrote a big editorial of how bassackwards SLC and Utah was. How bad he had it. Don't know why, but Coradini, refunded the guy, for his moving costs, business licensing costs and his shop cost, and got him a UHaul so he could move away. Too bad that all those here in Evanston who damn well hated the Knytes's as well as myself wont do that for us. $4k, to The LDS Ward, that I was part of, and me for shop, cable/internet, phone costs. I'm talking about $15k all together. 
In closing; to all those out there who might read this, do yourself a grand favor and your wallet a kindness. If your thinking of a place to plant a seed of your business, etc avoid Evanston Wyoming like the plague. Avoid The Wentworth Apartments like a serious poison, You'll be glad you did.
More in the AM.

  

And just what would you do if you got it?

Every day when I open my fb newsfeed I see posts from my favorite pages and groups, mostly ours in the Knytes, as well as a few others. One in particular is Nylon and Pantyhose Lovers. No one that has known me for very long and those who have known me for at least since I was 8 years old, from what ever stimuli that created it, but knows a gal in nylons, has my full and sincerest attention. So its nothing unusual that I would like that page/group. With that said, and I have known 3 women in my life that have gave me unbridled access to the source of that desire. Chronologicly it goes, Robin Whittaker Miss Dixie Diesel 1993, Monkee, and Erin aka Nurse GoodBody. Outside of those while I have accessed toes in hose, it was with a bunch of talk and gazzillion questions first. The first 3, said , " If you can stand the aroma have at it." Which brings us back to point. On the fb page that deals with the subject matter, there is always a bunch of scoundrels that say , " Oh how I'd like to bury my face in those peds." or some such , to which I was asked by one of my crew, " What would YOU do, if some aspiring lady talent that is auditioning for a spot on the 2018 Hazzard Choppers Calendar and accompanying video, just said to you, hey just plant your face between my feet, tongue bathe my toes in those hose as much as you want." I really was taken back a bit, and really did not know how to answer the question. For sure if the condition of the situation would truly occur my mind would have been convinced that I'd died and went to Rode Babe Heaven, second if there was a taste, I'd still not believe it. To be honest, the only other lady that allowed me to explore that fantasy, was a gal named Debbie, from Clearfield Utah, that was between Monkee and Merdieth . Not only did Debbie make sure I got my fill of her peds in nylons, she damn well made sure that I caught the aromas, from crotch and other parts also encased in those prick traps, made out of thin synthetic fiber. 
The origination of taking the idea of filling a fantasy into something constructive, hit in 1980, when after LexiBelle was purchased and then of course MY General Lee, was when it came to doing a TV ad, for then KMVT-11 Twin Falls, in the thought of supporting the station that aired the Dukes, each week, in its original network run. 
The ad idea came from three places, one from a plumbing contractor out of Boise that showed the plumber kissing a old rich broads hand, the second from reading a phone book ad from the Star Garage, Star Valley Wyoming, which went, we don't want your arms and legs, just your toews. The first time I saw the word scrunched together, and the third inspiration, point being: Cinderella and the Pransome Hince putting the glass slipper on Cinderella at the proverbial ball. So I was conceiving the idea, of our TV ad for everything Hazzard County Garage, and thought hmmm, maybe have sweet Daisy, breaks down in her Jeep, here comes ye ole me Crazy Cooter, to the rescue, while I unload the Jeep at the Duke Farm, Daisy climbs on the dolly wheels of LexiBelle, and I kiss her toes. With the slogan, we love toews. Meaning no matter weather or hour we love to tow. Okay then. The nylon thing, is a throwback to the censors at CBS. During the production of the network run of the Dukes, there was no room in the censors playbook of having those shorts and her medium length legs being bare. So the kick was she had to at least wear nylons. Which satisfied the censors. As long as Cathy had her nylons on it was good to go. So as a tribute, we as a company and just about all that followed, the model talent just had to have curvy legs, feet not much bigger than size 6 and toes that were dainty. The absolute, she had to wear nylons. 
However this is not the end of this point. I found that for women not accustomed to this, thought a guy smooching her toes in nylons was a bit out in left field, more over extremely strange, until that is they experienced it, and my the attitude changed. Considering every nerve of the body culminates in the feet. Satisfy her feet and toes and she'll give you more passion than you can imagine. Now not all women are not into fetishes such as that nor foot worship, however once its tried , they like.
For guys, there is something that goes extremely wild just of the slight musky scent of her feet and toes especially in the silky texture of nylons of any kind. 
With that said, to date and for many guys I don't think they would fully grasp it as reality if some gal just said, " Hey you like , lap it up as much as you want." 
Okay then; Did a switcheroo between my laptop and old Bessie via my internet connection. The exchange was good as I changed and updated my pwords and all, trouble is Bessie no problem switching, laptop didn't stomache it well. 
So to close this morning, if you got an invite from some hot honey, that said, have your fill of anything on the foreplay menu, Just what would you do if you got it? 
3's and 8's to ya'll

Just for fun?

I guess somebody forgot to tell these smucks our content is original.

For Heavens Sake Google and others we already own the copyrights to our blog and music content. Considering that the Knytes-of-Dixie pays out just over a quarter of a million dollars a year to AFTRA, BMI SAG and other type agencies and clearing houses you'd think that them near colloege kids in Mountain View California would get the idea. However when I called up this blogs pic this is what I got

 not this 

 or this 

 which is the original . So I thumbed down to the HELP section and it gave instructions to go to the feedback page, So I did. When I tried to get to the send screenshot part, I got a directive to go to the legal section. Finally I gave up. Now you'd think with me having 101 blogs on Google's Blogger that I might get some attention. But I guess those college boys are having sex with the interns and sleeping of a college party from the weekend. 

The fact that no one really owns their content on Blogger, YouTube even Facebook is one thing. After all you might have created it, but because its free, the exchange is, they own your page or blogs. We'll be talking on this , this afternoon on my show.

We'll also be chatting about how Wal-Mart and McDonalds is going into the toilet, seems as though neither of these mammoth companies have enough horsepower to hire , pay decent and retain good employees. We'll be looking at how our good friend and executive President of the Knytes, Ben Jones has become so enraged at operations of this nation, and frustrated about the demize of all things Dukes, that he's throwing in the towel at Cooter's Place. But that said understand friends, we are all at the mercy of these big mega dollar web companies like Google, Yahoo, and Facebook, that although you may spend lotsa time on building your content, they are the censors. And if they don't like it, you get the shaft.

See ya'll on the radio this afternoon.

TTYLY