last night,
the chill will of the north imposed itself on the woodsly goodness.
the temperature warmed up to 21 degrees, when the sun rose, ya'll.
the night before last it was sixty-three degrees.
c'mon.
someone is obviously kiddin' me.
now imagine that sh!t in celsius, yo;
-6.1!!!
that sounds more like how it feels,
i'm sayin'.
i met the worst people i've had to stomach in a while, yesterday.
seriously.
completely without redeeming properties, across the board.
some of my acquaintances don't believe me when i talk out loud about how rancid the beef is up here, so to speak.
vido definitely thought that i was an embellisher of tales,
a sour-grapes of wrath recalcitrant retardomatic ruiner,
a gift horse mouth-looker, even,
an unofficial heightener,
a tall-tale teller, if you get me,
an MSG-lacin', flavor enhancin' make-believer.
that's at least partly true,
because i made a believer out of him.
i don't need to make sh!t up.
it's ALL really happening.
can it really be as bad as i make it out to be?
actually, it's usually worse.
just ask my man, vido, a.k.a. mr. sanchez,
because he definitely was immersed in it next to me.
the doo-doo butter was neck high, my ninjas.
more like dirty sanchez, thanks to those buttery stump-creatures....
a shower is definitely in order,
to wash the b!tch-sap away.....
we finished his day of the dead sleeve,
and started an outline of this dirty bird, too.
we'll have a snow-flurried epic fire to finish off his visit,
then send him back to texas properly...
i'm freezin',
y'heard my teeth chatterin'?
never quiet, never soft
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