So FB says this is adult content, really. I've seen the porn queens on Both Facebook, as well as Twitter show more. There is no replacement for Emmy.

 

So have to say this on that, as someone asked me today, why I stay in Idaho, here, mainly Twin Falls, is cuzz there isn't anything in Western Wyoming or Utah to be rented or bought. The Rental and real estate offerings are bottle up so tight it wouldn't fit up a tick's ass. 

Now I am enamored by a young lady of BABS fame named Emmy Picasso. From my guess, she resides in New Jersey. The thing is, and yes I created one earlier, but on the Fans of Emmy Picasso, on Facebook, I tried to upload the very video that brought her into my view. So I have to do it the hard way(no pun intended). 

When she walked into my computer, and my view, she has been an obsession. She is so and hot, if I did get to kiss her feet, my lips would burn. It does not matter what she does, from her Bubblegum stockings to just showing off her teases, her beauty and poise, are such a delight and nobody compares. 

even her ink is fantastic. Now I have been feverishly trying to convince her and/or Babs to fly her out here for our DOH/Hazzard HazzFest, for next year, but she doesn't seem to hear what I say. Yet the vids I send to FB and/or Twitter, are considered porn in front of those cyber-censors, that they won't display it. At no time have I ever seen(wouldn't that be a treat) a  pic, video, or anything of her, nude. Or even partly nude. Seductry, yes. But she is just angelic. So go over to Facebook, under the group Fans of Emmy Picasso, and see for yourself.

We'll be on-air on the Crazy Cooter/Bad Ass Radio Show, on ayrewolffm.com . Now before I drop off here, this is Ben Jones aka Cooter from TV today, 

this is me

yea Cooter kind of fits, See the likeness? 

See ya'll tonight.

IT'S ALL ABOUT THE HOSE: Emmy's Bubble Gum Pink Nylons

They don't get any better.

Sorry about Wednesday, had a moderate case of heat stroke. With Goody's on hand and JD in the bottle next to me will be on air l8r.

 

Sorry about yesterday ya'll, too much sun, no fun, and hospital. So spent the afternoon, rubbing alcohol, then home consuming alcohol, sleep, and COLD AC. But with Goody's 

and JD 

Lynchburg Lemonade, near ready to chalk up the mic and get on air. 

Now here's a simple question, and it streams from every industry and population of this Yankee union. A simple job, playing music, talking smack, and politics, for a starting wage of $20.00 an hour, for 6 hours, is not a bad job. But all too many don't want to do radio,

is not a difficult, nor job. It can open up many outlets in business and a career. Now ya'll might say, what about Podcasts, Online radio? Here's the thing, someone still has to produce the programs. Even if you do it yourself, still in time you'll need outsiders, to give you a hand up. But no takers. But radio itself is not alone, every kind of enterprise these days is having labour shortages. The jobs are there from fast food to cosmetologists, can't find enough employees. Even when McDonalds is paying $15.00 an hour in some markets, there are people, who would rather sit at home, stroking their meat, 

than go out and work. At least starting a career or a biz of their own. There is no ambition anymore in the Union. I have said for years, people are especially American's are just plain lazy. Why? Mom used to say if you want to get on your feet, get off your assoline. Any mile, the bands are tuning up, getting ready for HazzardAyre in the AM on the AM, but there are some serious problems in our nation. Moreover, a President, who is senile. Even our Vice President is out of touch with reality. There for the fun, but none of the work. No wonder our youth are lazy. See ya'll in the morning on ayrewolffm.com and locally on AM 1090, KHAR, Filer/Buhl Idaho. 

You can have a gal pal without having to doing the he and she thing. Don't want women in Human form, not looking for one.

 

A few months ago when I became active in my Church, I renewed a friendship with this sweet lady who is married to one of our local Toew Bro's. He worked for the scoundrels that operated Twin Falls Body and Paint. Which went under, when I along with a few others, unplugged that crooked operation, by politely reporting their across the Southern border narcotics operation. See they used to haul back cars and scrap, to rebuild to sell. Nothing wrong there, except that crew used to pack a quite a bit of grass in behind-door panels. Oops, they messed up, but I'm getting off vector. So started chatting only at Church. I tried to get two of her daughters who were bitching about having no jobs. This was before Covid and the crap with fartknockers at Lumen. Any flyte, so one I thought that would fit in, was this gal named Duke. Yes, Duke, thought with our connection with all things Hazzard aka Dukes of Hazzard, that this would be a great gig for her and us. Right away, and no phoote action was invited or expressed either. So went along, knowing she nor family were ever going to show up, so packed that away, and moved on. So two weeks ago, I was considering getting all these protein filaments shaved off my head, Carrie said she did that, booked space. Okay. But then got caught in flying fire suppression here, so never could make it. But at least, I called her saying I ain't coming. So then plugged her in on Facebook, no listing on Twitter. Just wanted a gal-pal. Of which I have many. Erin(

 ) Chaundra, 

among many. Kymm down here at Maverick, Hannah at the other local Maverick. They are my CI's as well as great gal-pals. The thing is I have no interest in them beyond having them as buddies, don't want sex, yuck, don't want a relationship in a romantic way with ANY human female. I have one lady in my life and a mistress, one is my LexiBelle, 

The mistress is of course, my Lady, a Bell 222A 1985 model, that I fly. Past 

Past any of that when it comes to human females, not interested. Couldn't afford one if I had one. The problems are numerous, from STDs to Pregnancy, to just constant bitching. No way. I relish and love, waking up when I want to, going when I want to, going where I want to, eating when and what I want to, plus I get much more done if I don't have to tend to some major crisis that some dame wants me to do. Sure, Athea was one that nearly hit the mark on all fronts, but PoohBear put an end to that, plus Monkee, aka Janice, who I was really married to, After those two, I just cashed that in, and don't want to reopen that account. Back in my youth, I had one gal-pal, Jolene Hatch, yes niece of Senator Orin Hatch of Utah. Jolene and I would climb trees, catch frogs(where Layton Hills Mall is now), act up, then on Friday and or Saturdays we'd load up in that old Mercury, go to the dollar pancake house then off to the Davis Drive Inn. Watch some lame movie. But there never ever was any thought of seeing what was under the hood. Of course, then came Peggy, 

in second grade, stayed together near to Graduation, but we moved here to Idaho(a major screwup by mom and dad) Wish we'd have stayed in Layton Utah. This end of Idaho was primitive then and it hasn't ever changed. The same primate LDS holier than thou attitude was then and here still. Don't want to stay and still looking at a path to allow me to relocate there. Sure a few weeks ago I said I planned on staying, but I'd rather be where on the most part, most have pulled their Churchy head out of their ass. Another subject for a slightly different time. Here's an example; after I got into those prime time studios in Woods Cross, Utah. I posted an ad on KSL's Classifieds. A just returned Missionary, named Merideth, applied, got the job, and she had no inhibitions of changing her threads for our gigs in front of me, or for that matter putting her phoote in my face. She'd bring by threads, ask me to choose, then we went on air. I even had a security cop, lady work for us. All had guys in their life, I met em, no sweat. Here? Shit, ya'll know the story. All of which, I still stay in touch and are great friends with, but here. Shit, no way. Just because We stage that phoote smooch for ads for Cooter's Garage & Toewing, I have no other interest in any of the human female. None!! Women are just too much of a pain up my ass. About the only one I'd even consider doing the full pull with is sweet Emmy Picasso of BAB's fame. 

Beyond her it's LexiBelle, 

And the Lady, 

Don't want any other, I'd rather screw a duck. On air this afternoon, if we don't get unplugged by Lumen by then. See ya'll.

Church is over, songs sang, and yet, I still have to hold these uninformed and uneducated Yankees hand and lead them.

 

Why do they call a font, Crimson Text? Since there's no Crimson at all, involved? Amazing. Well, Church is now over, our Choir sang, absolutely B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L, every note in place. Any more I can recite every note of the hymn, and do it with precision, simply by memory. It's a great choir and more and more, I'm getting to love this Ward, mostly because, this Ward, is not afraid to get to know me, and learn from me and about the MC. Ain't that simple? Unlike the Wendell Idaho 1st Ward, as well as the Canyon View Ward here in Twin Falls. Why? is it my easy to understand and absorb, my superior Confederate intellect? Must be. Don't gripe about things that you don't completely understand or have a very serious uneducated knowledge of. We had a lesson on Politics, Government, and such in Priesthood today. Yet even barking about the Yankee's version of, they nearly refused to hear or give ear, to the Confederate side of Union politics. Why? Did they forget that we were and continue to understand that when all of this, Woke, Cancel Culture, on knee flag honoring, singing of the Star-Spangled Banner, that perhaps following that up, with the singing of Dixie, and hoisting of our real flag, 

might have been the introduction of all this evil, of burning homes, business's, and turmoil of this nation currently was a result of the Northeners, inciting these riots, from not honoring our Dixie militia and my ancestors, monuments, destroying Confederate soldiers graves, and complete refusal to acknowledge that these same people, were, rather are Confederates 1st, Veterans Second. Wasn't Jesus who taught, that it's one thing to preach and teach the 99, yet forgetting the 100th sheep? The 99, already know the lessons, the 100th, don't. And that's why we're here to teach the 100th. We are by all concerns, not Sheep, we are Wolvez,(wolves) We do not follow, we lead. So the end, of Church, I cruised home, got the white shirt off, snagged my T-shirt, and hauled over to the Lynwood Subway sam-mitch shop. Wished I hadn't. No wonder SubWay is going under. The bastards have no idea of how to make a samitch. And the attitude of these people working there. Dang if I'd have ever seen the vision of an onery serpent, this was at this Subway. 

So got to sit near Carrie today at Church, she's such a sweetheart. I'd approach that differently if I knew the particular there, but since I don't I'm keeping my distance, but there is some chemistry there. Course, sitting one row over in a across the aisle was Minnie Mouse. And now getting to get into a Radio show. Tune in, it's free, at ayrewolffm.com 

l8r aviators

The Ayre of Hazzard, it's not just a radio show plus hottie bodies are not always porn

 

Sorry about being in here late, the show will be on at 08:00 on ayrewolffm.com. 

So was putting gear away, and heard a thing over the fuz radio, that the local my only stop Maverick was being harassed. So in the General, I went. Look, if it was anyone else on shift, besides Kymmy, I'd not really care, but if I think that she's in trouble, I'm there. That little whisper of human sugar has me wrapped all around her finger, little or not. Talking about tiny fingers, last week at Church, got to sit right dern behind Minnie Mouse. Her fingers are so thin and tiny, I swear I've seen songbirds with fatter legs than her fingers. Yes, it's that time of year when we start looking for new on-cam talent for both in-studio, as well as our posters and calendars. We didn't make Oshkosh this year, but next year for sure. Pretty much have gave the MC shyt up, in favor of more above the clouds, cruising, so right there is the opening of tonight's major doohickey. HazzardAyre is much more than just the combination of Hazzard County, and AyreWolf. HazzardAyre is also the Med/SAR side of AyreWolf Aviation, as well as our vintage aircraft, restoration, and repair side. HazzardAyre has been doing much of the heavy lifting this past year, getting past the pandemic, like that was a real thing, titweren't. But our Ayre crew stayed on-air, on the station, and both in and on the air. Some of the officers of both the Knytes, as well, as the WolfPack, are starting to return from Afgainastain, however the sitch being, we are leaving one piece of communism, headed towards another. Did everyone forget the mess both in as well as all over the South Pacific? Communist China, Vietnam, the Philippines, Communist Japan, (yes there is one), what you think we just are putting our toys away and coming home? Nope, orders are starting to come in to our planning centers about deployments on carriers in Southern seas. Which is why we are puffing up our efforts, to get both, our calendars and all up to the right altitude, so that some lonely Marine or Navy aviator on a floating airport, can at least have something to look at, besides their LSO's and CaG's. This brings me to both a sitch really two sitch's that happened Friday, as well as my observations on some local domestic issues. First; had to push away from getting my hair whacked off. Reason? Who the hell is going to hover on the radio werx, if I leave to do hair? Or for that matter any other extra duty on away missions? Nobody. Thought we had a skinny Minnie over next door at Carl's, Junior. But once the suggestion was pitched, she split. But it ain't her, nor just here. I can remember quite often, in Evanston, Wyoming. We were there, LexiBelle able, however outside of the fact that the door seal on the shop was always frozen on the cement, I couldn't leave. Why? Who is going to tend the radio gig, (that I could trust) while I went on Toews. Never failed, get on the radio, toew call comes in. Had I been able to get more than two, in-studio/apartment at the time, I could have made a ton more money down there than I did. Same stuff here. It's a slight bit different, as it's not going toewing, however, I just get on the air and have to get in the air. As some SAR away mission, hits. Where is someone to babysit this dern radio gig? As such, it goes to what I say, we are doing the right things, for the right reasons, just not in the right place. So rather than depart, Idaho, eastern and southeastern Idaho is where I'm looking. Found Malad has a great hidden airport. Plus Malad hasn't any, competition as to toewing. Stay tuned on that.

So let's move beyond that. Overall the Church I attend, its leaders are paranoid at anything and everything that has to do with and same-gender unions. Of anykind, heck they even dislodged the BSA and scouting because of queerness activities. That said, if you start sniffing around the what you think is single ladies in your Ward, and my, your Mr. Public enemy #1. I remember several instances that gave some Bishops and Church leaders the pink eye when I'd get to chatting with the honeys. But how the hell, do you know who isn't or is connected to someone. Women, even young girls dress so much as adults, how do you know how old they are. Add to that, when you go to a Church function, and a young gal, is dressed in a see-through jersey, and you bring that up, your instantly Mr. Asshole. Say what, tell me the truth, mean what you say, say what you mean. Then just as I got here. The first Ward I had in Twin Falls, had several ladies, who I guess were much more mature or at least their relationships were secure, that no big woop that I mentioned that some of the ladies there had great legs. When I moved into that disaster on Orcharala Drive here, I mentioned that one really young one trying to dress up to adult level, Shit she was only 11, I think, any mile, she might've been young but my she could sing, and my she could belt out a talk, that you could hear and understand. She could articulate very well. But that wasn't what tipped that set of scales. I went to Sunday School class, forgot scriptures, this one really sweet lady who worked at Goodwill, saw I was squinting to read hers on her phone. Sorry I have an older flip phone that I can't download scriptures on. Any flyte, so next week she did the same thing. I think there was some chemistry, brewing, maybe not. But the Bishop, who really was an asshole, wouldn't even help with rent while I was tending to the cleanup of PoohBear. Any flyte, I was in a pickle there, but I'm getting off vector here. So it was either Thanksgiving or right before Christmas. The same gal, who was letting me share scriptures, came up, saw I was blue and sad over that as well as the holidays and me being all alone. What did she do? Came up, put her arms around me, and gave me a warm and tight bear hug. The shock of another person, let alone a woman was there, but it felt great that at least someone gave a shyt. It kinda reminded me, of my Ward in Wyoming. One family purtty much adopted me. Dave, or Vern, or both always visited, or just counseled me, on a regular basis. It was called kindness and doing what we all promise to do in Church when we take the sacrament. To take upon us the name of our Savior, and obey his commandments, which includes, being kind to those in the ward, who are all alone. It's not getting food, or some essential oils delivered, it's just someone showing up, inviting me to dinner on Sunday's and just being there, saying I care. Then there are several at my current Ward, one is being groomed to be the squadron's attorney. Every week, he sits next to me, and we visit, one is going through the steps so I can get my Temple Recommend, sure, I'd really feel blessed to join up with a lady of the Ward, but even if I didn't, still having someone that is female or two, to have a lady mind to discuss things, get some advice and input. It's NOT JUST TO GET LAID!! . I really don't care about that, companionship, is so much more, than me getting my worm wet. That I gave up on years ago. As far as smooching toes oop's Toews, for our trademark that we LuV Toews, see this is a toe 

this is a tow truck, if you put that with the word toe as we do in scrunching the letters together as TOEW, you get a Toew 

you get a toew truck. So I work it like this:

nothing more we, rather I LuV going toewing aka I Luv Toews. It's an ad gimmick, comedic trademark, again, not to get funky. But do locals here understand that? 

Nope. But too, guess that's why there's a bikini bar in Pocatello, and not in Twin Falls. So when people here including a lady from our Ward that was to cut my hair yesterday, why I couldn't get to see her, It's because I need one of these;

sitting in here;

doing this: 

Yes, it's just that simple. See ya'll on the air in a few hours. But I wanted to spread this out a bit. The models and lady talent that we so urgently recruit is due to the fact that there was a time when what is termed Nose art, was applied to aircraft. 

it was a method to take away some of the loneliness of combat, in many engagements. The WolfPack here is more with major things like upholding morale we do it all from a working domestic USO, office, to this radio gig. There's a group of sweethearts from a USO troupe in the south that visits our retired military. 

is that porn? No, but even suggest to some locals here, that your auditioning for such things, and you're labeled some very nasty cruel things. While it may be that this is LDS Yankee territory, but even Kountry music had that going. Not just Daisy Duke. Long before that, there was a great TV show that showcased some budding Kountry music stars. It was called HeeHaw, 

But even try to produce that kind of thing here? Shyt might just as well get a shotgun in your face. Again that's why I say, we are doing the right things, for the right reasons, just in the wrong place. See you this afternoon on ayrewolffm.com 

All a tie is, is the rope around your neck allowing a master to control you. And that's why I will not wear a tie.

 

Good Hazzard Morning to ya'll. Going to be another scorcher here. Hit near 111 here in Hazzard Yesterday.

Under no circumstances will I be assimilated. Old words from STNG, but it applies. I do not follow I usually lead, even though I rarely get credit for or from it, but hey it's me. When President(then) in 1996 or so, I was pulling and mounting tires at the LDS' Church's trucking company, Deseret Transportation. I truly loved working there. That shop had the very finest and best equipment that you could ever want or desire. Only reason I quit when I did, got a bit too close sniffing of a niece(22 years old) who wore the shortest skirts. What did they expect? me not to notice. Asked some asshole in administration if there was any policy to prevent that, and did. Only to be called on the carpet for it. Bullshit, I hate liars. Anyway, so one morning, before all my 100 mile Maverick sea had been drank, and with Skoal in mouth, was doing my work. When in walked President Hinckley. Okay, now church policy is no snuff, no sea. Had both and nowhere to get rid of it. Oops busted. Except not as busted as I had thought. Old Hinckley, sat my butt down on a set of really dirty tires, I was cool with arrangements, but President Hinckley, in his crisp suit, didn't mind at all. He sat down and we talked. He flat told me that it was a needed thing to have a Wolf, in amongst the Sheep, as he put it to keep the rest of the members from not getting to complacent in the standings and callings of the Church. Well the Wolf thing kinda stuck. Started doing my radio gig as the Rode(road) Wolf, and by the time I got out of military service absorbed Air as in Ayre as in Wolf hence AyreWolf. That all being said, and don't ask me why, but the essence of a lady in nylons has always gave a slight rise in my Harley jeans, Old Shelly thought it a bit strange, even most of the women, here in this area, think its off center and spooky. Creepy is the word, they use. Why? Not everybody likes deep fried okra either but I love it, different strokes. As it says in one of Shooter's songs, being southern kountry, is not where your at, but living for being true of what's inside of you. Being willing to stand up for what YOU think,not meld in with others. Always have been that way. Most guys are out for sports, in school, me? I loved plunking down in the schools library, reading and learning. In my way of life, the only things that count in lyfe, is fast cars,fast trucks, hot trashy women that don't tease, fried food, and flying. Past that I don't give a rat's 

Part of the lyrics of the theme song of the Dukes, is; Fighting the system.

People from Hazzard keep things as simple as can be, but we don't warm up to BS, or phonies. Which from modern day politics, to dealing with Internet service companies, like CenturyLink/Lumen. Tell you, they are installing fiber optics, they did, why? to go 1g, did they? nope. But they sure as hell are charging me rates for 1g. Look I wouldn't mind paying the frigging bill, cept they didn't give me what we ordered. Court is on the horizon. Any mile, at least a brothel, in Nevada, will give you a portion of what you pay, if they don't satisfy you.(most of the time they do). But I'm getting off topic. Just be honest, Say what you mean, mean what you say, or leave us alone. I told them at Lumen to not piss of ya'll. Knytes don't groove on jive. That simple. I like a bunch of things others don't from, the smells of dairy farms, skunks, burnt diesel smoke, Even, yes making whoopie, with a hot lady in nylons. Bro used to say your not doing her feet, if you guys aren't your missing a great treat of playing with their pheete. They may say they don't like it, but in reality they do indeed. The same that say they don't like that will tell you they don't like a Binaca Blast either, trust me they will puddle with that. I got taught that by a honey at the Sugar Shack once by the name of Trish, she truly was a dreamy lady. As it says with the WolfPack, 

That means we don't follow we lead. 

See ya'll on the cyber ayre in the afternoon. Gotta run around to find the radio werx a new home, near PMT's fiber core. Until then keep your wyngz level