Recent content by Harv

Not surprised to see that Ol' Ricky has gone intercontinental.  The Fiesta Fox has always been a modern day bedouin, traversing the blue marble in search of exotic Oases of Poon.  Italy, naturally, was the man's Shangri-La.  A comfortable place similar to the Barn where Ricky could settle down...

The gifted noggin residing just south of Ol' Ricky's luxurious brunette locks used to love ruminatin' on life's great mysteries. If I'd a mere ducat for every instance of the Fiesta Fox kicking open the Barn door in the wee small hours, blasted out of his gourd on Jojee, and announcing some...

Long time no talk, friends. Damnedest thing, yours truly took a little Harv-time to ramble the desert, let the big sky clear out the cobwebs, which get stickier with the accumulating years, when out of nowhere popped up an entire village of like-minded folk. Fires burning high as the bloodshot...

There goes ol’ Foxy working everyone up into a lather, just like the old days. The fella knows how to push buttons. Of course, he learned from the best. When Ricky was but a wee pup, whenever Mr. and Mrs. K were especially bored or tripping the light fantastic on Mister Blue, they’d release...

You fellas call it what you will, but for the Fiesta Fox, there was only one word to describe it – breakfast. During the hey day of the Reynolda Raiders, I reckon the personal lady excretions of his various conquests damn near functioned as a food group for Ricky. Seriously though, as much as...

Funny thing you mention this anniversary, as I was just recollectin’ Ol’ Ricky’s fling with a broad us Raiders knew as Scarlett. Two-fold reason for that handle: Scarlett was a true blue Daughter of the Confederacy, which to a film buff like the Fiesta Fox evoked cinema’s golden age. Mostly...

Well, I told one of the more notable Ricky birthday stories ‘round this time last year, but you’re correct in presuming we had quite a few humdingers back in our time celebrating the Fiesta Fox’s big day. I recall one year we decided to stay in on account that ol’ Foxy was dick sick and not in...

Hard to fathom another man out there boasting an appetite for group sex more insatiable than the Fiesta Fox, although for whatever reason his preference leaned strongly toward the double pecker variety. Kreebie, Flipper, WEW, Bud, hell even that burnout Scuba danced with the devil once upon a...

Don't know about the rest of you fellas, but I'm getting a real kick out of this whole Olympics thing Ricky has going here. Foxy always did enjoy the Olympics, ever since his fling with the Diesel Diva. Double-D drove big rigs – if you ever had the occasion to find yourself battling one of...

This is a helluva thread, let me tell ya, but the damnedest thing is the irony, as for all the hate speak being spewed 'round these parts, Ricky is probably the most racially welcoming fella I ever knew. Back in the day, the Fiesta Fox bedded birds of damn near every stripe of the spectrum --...

There goes Ol' Ricky ruminatin' on his life once again. Foxy gets like this from time to time, usually when he's dipping into the zombie weed. One minute he's flying high, claiming he's on the verge of solving hunger by inventing a way for people to eat wood and trees and such, the next he's...

Good old Foxy, always keeping the Soothsayer's prediction in the back of his melon. I reckon he's got some pretty amazing plans lined up in advance of April 7, 2014. A lesser man may spend his last days holed up in his abode, trembling in fear of the eternal void to come. But not the Fiesta...

Give ‘em hell, Ricky! I’m telling ya, big mistake to cross the Fiesta Fox. The rest of us Raiders learned many moons ago that when Ricky feels an injustice has been done, getting him to back off is like trying to coax a woodchuck out of a lumberyard. It ain’t happening. You fellas may recall...

I’ll tell ya, we didn’t have these cellular phone devices back in the day, but losing a wallet is no joke. I remember one time Kreebie had all sorts of problems after getting his pocket picked, most likely by the Soothsayer’s granddaughter. Little sprout used to come over and sit with us some...

Probably goes without saying that Ricky was a real admirer of Mr. Wilkersberry’s work. The Fiesta Fox always fancied himself as an amateur inventor, and he considered Bowtie an inspiration in that regard. Of course, unlike Bowtie, none of Foxy’s inventions ever came to fruition, as Ricky would...