A Day Of Dougie: Veggie Burgers, Mt. Rushmore & More…

Tossing Salt Presents:
A Day of Dougie
Veggie Burgers, Mt. Rushmore & More
February 23, 2020

Does ir make sense that the first and only morning that I’m able to sleep late, I’m wide awake at 6:00 am. After a night of many strange and awkward dreams about wrestling, traveling and cheese pizza (don’t ask), I find myself wide awake and somewhat inspired this morning. I guess that’s a good thing because I have several things on the agenda for today including a “Wrestling Fact or Fiction”, an “Ultimate Wrestling Q&A” and a couple of editions of “5 Questions” which will probably be consolidated into an edition of “10 Questions” instead. So I could (and should) be tackling those. I could also be sitting on the couch and scratching the head of my loving fur-bably, Mouth. He’s such a good kitty.

But guess what? All of that can wait. I’m feeling like it’s time for a “Day of Dougie”. That’s where I reach into the infamous “Magic Bag” and pull out topics completely at random and then write about said topic. It’s no preparation or advance warning. It’s all “Here’s the subject. Go!”. It can be kind of fun sometimes and is always a challenge. I love a challenge which explains a lot about a lot of things. So that’s what I’m going to do. I’ve got the bag sitting on my desk in front of me. We’re going for it with a rapid fire “Days of Dougie!”. Wham! Can your heart stand it? Let’s do this…

So before I get started, I want to apologize for the slackness of this past month of so here at the site. I’ve managed a few things, but nothing like I wanted to do and was hoping for. Dealing with some medical problems and just in-general depression and anxiety can really take a toll on a person and it has on me as of late. Every day is a struggle to t out of bed and face the world, be an adult and get through. I’m handling it and having a format like this, and loyal readers and friends like the ones who send me questions for the Q&A’s every day, those who send me memes, messages and the occasional dirty picture (thank you Josh) and my loving and very infamous outlaw of a family whp I love dearly and hold so close to my heart, you are the ones who keep me going and help me pull through and find the strength to tackle each day. I do all of this for you. And I sense a ramble coming on so let’s can the chit chat and get to stepping. It’s time to reach into the bag and do what we do. Let’s do this. Oops. I already said that. My bad. And away we go…

Mt. Rushmore…

I guess that this is in the bag because people (Cheese) love to send me questions about what is my “Mt. Rushmore of…?” for the wrestling Q&A’s. Mt. Rushmore is of course a famous sculpture of the faces of four former U.S, Presidents, George Washington, Abe Lincoln, Teddy Roosevelt and Thomas Jefferson carved into the side of a mountain in South Dakota. It’s a symbol of the best of the best for many and when asked to do a “Mt. Rushmore of” question, it asks who are the best of the best for that particular topic. I guess if a new Mt. Rushmore was made today, it would have to be two totally distinct and separate carvings, one for the Republicans and one for the Democrats. For the Republicans, it would probably have Lincoln, Washington, Reagan and Trump. For the Democrats, I’m suspecting Kennedy, Clinton, Obama and Hillary. Yeah, I know that she lost the election to Trump and wasn’t actually ever President, but try telling her that. Anyhow, it’s a cool place and one that I’d like to go see some day. I like faces on the side of mountains. It rocks! Let’s move on.

We Are The World…

A big time song made in the mid-80’s by over forty different music artists to raise money for famine relief. Just an awesome moment in music history that brought together Michael Jackson, Lionel Ritchie, Diana Ross, Bruce Springsteen, Cyndi Lauper, Willie Nelson, Tina Turner, Billy Joel and so many others who were trying to do a bit, using their talent, to make the world a little better for others. This colossal gathering spawned several other factions and super-group singles by Band Aid, Hear N’ Aid and many others and of course the legendary Live Aid concert in both London and New York. I remember it well. A said and tragic situation, but we did manage to get some great music out of the deal.

I Don’t Know You…

When someone is acting like a fool, wants to borrow money, needs a ride or you honestly don’t have a clue as to who this person is, this is the proper response. I don’t know you. Get to stepping, biatch!

Veggie Burgers…

There is a big thing going on with people wanting burgers and other meat products, but don’t want to eat meat. It’s a Vegan thing and instead of a thick and juicy hamburger made of tasty beef, they eat some crap made of soybeans and other plant products. Why? It isn’t right and these burgers, including the Burger King’s “Impossible Whopper”. If it’s not cow and real meat, I don’t want the damn thing. Try all you want, but it doesn’t taste right or sound right to me. I did recently get some sausage patties that looked good, but were not actual pork. They were some kind of synthetic plant based garbage and guess where they ended up? In the trash. Even ketchup couldn’t save those nasty things and make them taste good. Give me meat! Give me beef! Give me pork! Give me your boyfriend! I want the real deal (keep your boyfriend). And that plant-based Vegan nonsense? It might be good for some people, but I’ll never be one of them. Bleh!

Kick The Alarm…

I have no idea what this one is supposed to mean or be about. I guess I must have heard someone say something and thought it sounded interesting so I wrote it down, added it to the Magic Bag and here we are. The only thing that comes to mind with this statement is something that a friend of mine and I used to do back when we were young and stupid. I think that it’s safe to mention this now. It’s been over thirty years and all of the parties involved at the time besides myself and G. have all moved on in life. There is a store not far from my house. Hell, I even worked at this store for a while just a few years after this all happened. And the store had a manager that my friend and I didn’t like. And so we would sometimes go up to the store at night after they were closed and kick the door, thus setting off the alarm system. So the manager, who lived in Rockingham would have to get up, drive down from Rockingham in the middle of the night and turn the alarm off. And then be back in the morning at 5:30 to work and open up the store. We’d set the alarm off and then stand across the road in the woods watching the chaos. Yes, it was stupid and childish and I feel bad about it now, but we didn’t actually try to break in or steal anything. We just wanted to set the alarm off and ruin the store manager’s night. We’d kick the door, set the alarm off and watch the crazy. Yeah, we were asshole kids. My bad.

Spark Plug…

This could be a part of the car engine that sparks up and gets the engine to running when the key is turned. Or it’s a short person. Or it’s a kinky sex toy. Oh wait, forget that last one. Too short and useless. Reminds me of some guys I know. Let’s just move on. I can’t think of anything else.

And I think I’ll call it a day here. I didn’t really get as far as I hoped and didn’t even start to make a dent into the ;arge number of topics in the bag, but what the hell, I tried. I hope this was a bit entertaining for you. It’s not really rocking it for me, but they can’t all be winners and at least I tried. Any comments, thoughts or questions, please feel free and drop me a line. Thank you for reading. And now, it’s time for breakfast, a nap and some kitty cat time. And there will be some other stuff coming later today. Take care of yourself and I’ll catch you on the flip side.


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