Squirrels bumpin’ uglies in a cage. Today’s post ladies and gentlemen, features a video. I would tell you what it’s about, but you may have picked up a hint in the fragment I...
Every once in awhile when I’m checking the viewership stats here on TharpSter.Org, I gain some unique insights on the goofy ass stuff you people are entering on your favorite search engine in order...
As I sit here at the laptop with Freebird playing on my noise cancelling earmuffs, Hope the TharpSter Pit Bull sits here at my side demanding attention. If she’s not uttering guttural growls and...
Suffice to say (why do I say that and “For the record” so much?), I’m the only one at the domain that wakes up naturally at a early time in the morning. By early,...
There’s a monkey in the boat….. Come on everybody, sing along. You know the words. Anyone? Bueller? That’s not a song lyric that I know of. I just wanted to...
Big surprise showed up on the DVD player last night. Little side note. For those you who have read my Blockbuster rant, I appear to be hijacking Google searches for “Blockbuster Blue Ticket”....
This morning, at the not quite ripe yet quite obscene time of 3:50 am, silence within the compound here was interrupted not by the snoring of yours truly, but by that of a barking...
Here’s a little known fact that you may not know about Hope, my beloved pit bull. She’s afraid of my guitar. Come to think of it, you just got two little known facts for...
Technically speaking, there are four brown eyed girls housed here in the TharpSter compound. Wifey and Juniorette make up the human part, and our two dogs have the other sets covered. Just for the...