the weiner guy, redux.

thank heavens for the weiner guy!
glen, t.w.g., saves the day, ya'll.
turns out it IS darkest before dawn.
and the bright spot on the horizon?
yeah, it's glen's massive donkey kong honky-dong.
score one for the secret universal plan,
sending some tatblastin' wang chungin' my way,
to get things moving again at work.
i sure know i could use the loot.
i have some XI-mas gift-gettin' to finish,
but i've also got a total of $ix ca$h dollar$ in my wallet,
so mostly, i'm kinda not doin' so much of that.
time runs out on the gift-clock just before next week begins,
when i head down to weak-sauce central.
i will be done, one way or another,
even if it means givin' out unwrapped hugs and high-fives,
with maybe a few middle-fingers thrown in,
as gifts.

*update! 3:34p.m.
explosive news, my ninjas!!!!
t.w.g., in a surprise move that shocks the industry to it's core,
did NOT get his weiner tattooed,
instead he got a topless black beauty,
from a flavored tobacco rolling paper label,
on his naked ass.
a set of cheeks on a set of cheeks.
naturally, today i forgot my camera.
take my word for it, ya'll.
today has been a day.

sausages and buns, mutha-uckas;
never quiet, never soft...