diarrh-decree-ea

i don't have normal, personal opinions-
i dole out declarative decrees instead.
commando commandments and odinesque edicts issued on behalf of battle-beasts, bards, berserkers, wrench-choosin' worthies, and real-life livers everywhere-
like the sovereign soil-standing liberated lands inside my arms reach,
i am only interested in stayin' free, stayin' gold, and stayin' alive...
how?
well, in regards to how i get busy gettin' busy,
i fully encourage everyone to exercise the gift of free will...
you can agree with the decree, or you can be an a-hole!
it's still your choice, but who ever really wants to be an a-hole?
(really? yeah, me TOO.)
fortunately, most folks don't walk the path of the warrior poet,
and resist the temptation to be all mary, mary,
and aren't quite so contrary...
awesome.

"if you don't think this tattoo is flippin' awesome, then F*%# YOU!!"
number of times i said that to clients last week? 7.
and the number of clients i had last week? yep: 7.
oddly,
that free will thing seems to be workin'.
when it comes to delivering dollops of doo-doo buttery destruction,
i opt for special delivery, every time;
everyone thought their zappie-blastoids were flippin' awesome.
powerful powers of suggestion always help;
that's a little somethin' called customer service.
just one of the many, many services provided by the albie rock show.
at no additional cost, i might add.
value-added, my ninjas....
no need to push the up-sell,
i've got all you need in an all-inclusive barbarian battle-bundle,
right here in the woodsly goodness.

the weather, ya'll,
is a burly, beastly, batch of 'buttery badness.....
we wish you were here,
mostly because the house seems warmer when it's full of flavorful friendlies.
if you don't want to visit, then F*%# YOU!!
decrees, yo.
i'm sayin'...
never quiet, never soft...