Well my computer is broke and I am stored up in a shack with whores from here until who knows when. The good part is that the whores know how to please me.
I am interested in becoming a part of reality again. I am one with the accursed share for now but I anticipate becoming more friendly in the cyber acres very soon. Here's to a large swollen tum filled with the inner beast.
I am ready to find myself in belief in no heaven.
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I am back in the city and ready to bite chair legs but I have no wherewithal or gumption. What am I but a homeless smelling kid with big melons.
What is more exciting than communing with tubers in the late night hours alone on the sidewalk with drunk teens watching.
Nothing not one thing is more exciting.
Dear MM:
Down in the dumps are ya..? Well. you're entitled. Having your laptop not functioning is a crisis - you're just going through withdrawl..Lets hear a loud 'WHAAAAH!
Other than that - Are you still communing with the zuchini?Mind you - US is lately more into the garden than me - I'm up to my Ying yang dealing with individuals who want direction on how to house their staff.. Boggles the mind some times that I can make money doing that. Notice that I could have chosen stronger language, but - hell who knows who is reading this...
US is waiting for the school year to kick into gear.. Me too, as he's bored silly with all this time off, and me not around to entertain him. Kitty just ignores him except for the odd moment to judge his potential food content...Bubbles (AKA Bad BUBBA) continues to vex one and all.
Loved chatting with you as the cell was passed around the table as we drank on the ferry enroute back to the beach. Was a lovely moment in a curiously non-eventful and directionless day, given the assembled goup: nothing quite worked out, or happened. But was a welcome day trip.
Beach was blissful, and very needed. The Flower lady & her Beau were really kind, and happy to have us around. Motored through her garden doing some needed weeding and pruning while her back was turned. Finally gave up as it was just too darn hot!
Hope the painting is progressing..
and that you're letting inspiriation flow..?Am babbling dear, but ya sounded a bit low..
Lots of hugs. and a boot in the rear which i think ya might need..
HI USB, thanks for the lowdown and kind words. I'm ok just experiencing the re-entry issues, left the land of woods and beauty and we are back in the urban weirdland. Trauma ensues upon the pores is all.
Sorry we missed you at the beach! I wish for your visit to our camp next summer maybe. The zucchini had to be dug up just today. They were succumbing to mildew and stopped growing. Anyway.
I am thinking about something, not sure what.
EMMMMMMMMMMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yer back!!! I am so excititated, my giblets are all a-quiver... life is good.
chew toy, please see MM for spit-bath; he'll fix you up. Much better to smell like the sweet saliva of the mountain man. Homeless melon is played as a fragrance.
emz my god i was dying without you. the cyber acres are wet with the dew of your return.
Well, upon re-entry....the sense of difficulty may overwhelm.
But not when you have such a huge fan-base. xxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo can't wait to see you again.
G'mornin' gumdrops. The return is not so bad, certainly not, especially when you have a hip flask filled with potion that you keep in your thigh pants pocket. I take the liberal swigs when I see fit, which is often, as you know.
I am wishing Sloths the good lux this morning on her orientation journey.
My waters are unfresh as of now. There are errands to be done and new gym clodhoppers to be purchased. My $20 reeboks from 8 years ago can no longer do the trick.
Hey Dubz I would love to meet you at the pain arena sometime. I have vowed an eternal return. Just promise that you won't look at my back wang when we are in the locker room. Whaddaya say.
I have purchased some behavior modification spray in rosemary scent for MM. Here's hoping it will help him to be more adept and functional. The spray now emanates onto his craterous face.
MM, you must be fitted with golden slippers for the pain arena. I will meet you there in my banana suit. Will that attract too much attention?
Purchasing Clodhoppers is my favorite all time errand. I like the foot mesuring devices that look like they will hurt.
MisterMan, thank you for coming back. It was rough as a cats tongue on gravel tits without you.
No. No it will not, PD.
I am eager now.
Your motoring, MM. What's your price for flight?
A good ass-cheek licking is my price. I know that is not in the song but I feel they should have worked that lyric in.
I am moldy. But my ass cheex are not.
I must propel self out into the world. The only place I can get the internets is in my bathroom. I am sitting on the toilet (cover closed) in order to email and blog. Time to go out into the rain and procure the proper cables and what not and shit and crap. UF and I have hit the bottom of the techno sinkhole, it is time to revive with new robotic attachments.
greetings holmes. i feel like someone sewed my eyelids shut on this lovely morning. hi mm, i'll meet you for some pain. i wanna see your new kicks. pd, i didn't know you had a banana suit! but i've seen banana hammocks and they are pleasing to my shorts region. by the way, my shorts region is dead. dead. gone.
I bet you could revive it with a nimbly sculpted potato prosthesis. I will glue it on for you. I will be your mirror.
Eyelids sewn shut goes real nice with the zombie dance. Dead on top. Good.
we must get together and discuss what to do about the shorts region, DUbz. I think the suit may help.
Corny, just curious, is the cat's tongue your tongue? And the gravel tits mine? Because that sounds like a good time to me. Just asking.
Yes Dubz we all want to help save your shorts region. I will start a fund.
S.D.S.R. for short. We will take donations in sticky $20 bill increments.
I have a fistful of sticky $20's. I don't want to count them though. Is that ok?
just wad em up and put them in the fund. i need all the help i can get.
i am awaiting a clown labia transplant at which time my shorts region may return to normal. i appreciate your good wishes and and hopeful for the future.
love dubz
um, *blushing* actually yes, and no. You see I got it backwards, the surface of my tongue is covered with small projections known as rocks, and you have the furry tits, and yes you are due for a lick'n.
Dubz, that surgery is a cinch, I did it on myself with only minor subsequent infections.
holy crap! someone get the camcorder.
for the corny/mm tryst, not for my transplant.
wow. it's like an Adhoc painting in here.
We must perform this upon a stage of our making Corns. And Dubz I must warn you that your surgery is Act II. PD is responsible for the content of Act III. I have no doubt she will please us.
I am here with your attachments MM. Let me do your bidding.
welcome back to the ethers MM. Have you been practicing your board games?
I am fudding myself stupid and I am bloody loving it.
That is a euphemism for Rummikub.
ActIII is still being written. It may be too graphic to detail here.
PD, tell us when you can. PD, tell us now.
Goblin, I have been practicing nonstop for the board game immersion. Will we battle? Will it be public? What will happen?
Dear Troll:
Knowing MM, it will be public, vicious and broadcast over the net...assuming the tech issues get resolved..! Bets will be taken, and fortunes made and lost!
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