The adventures of Almigo

Hallelujah, the occasional bouts of iron throwing out in the back shed finally seem to be paying off. For a start there's slightly less of me but the bits that haven't been flame torched off from deadlifts and amusing exercises that start with the name 'Zercher' have started to get a might stronger. The wife seems to be enjoying what she's seeing, the dog cowers in fear when I stroll by and everyone at work wonders if I've gone on an extreme diet or have been using black magic. However there is one downside to scooping up all those swoles that used to fly by and that is that my wardrobe has taken an unrecoverable cruise missile hit. I put on a pair on my old jeans the other day and realized that I could easily stash a fully loaded Mossberg shotgun in each leg and still jog comfortably.. My jeans (when viewed on acid)

Wow, has it come to this stage of the year already? When we tune into the annual adventures of Todd Hoffman and his merry band of hopeful miners in their crazed gold prospecting adventures? It sure is! And before you can say 'Wow this must be rating it's ass off to command a big budget this time around - Todd has decided to throw in a giant mechanics toolbox worth of spanners into the plan and move the entire mining operation to some of the most lethal places of the world. Because freezing cold, wayward machinery and bears on heat in the Yukon wasn't enough bang for your viewing buck apparently...(or more likely Todd's gone insane with gold lust)...  

When you've got plenty to talk about but not enough for a full story... My adventures this week haven't included scalding hot water, no. ...these are the adventures I find myself in currently.