long weekends....

guess who forgot their camera yesterday,
and as a result,
got to do some fresh tattoos i can't prove i did?
yeah! it was me.
good guess.
seems like i only do the fun and rewarding stuff if can't show anyone any proof.
i'll be sure to NOT bring it every day,
if it means i'll have less lame doo-doo butter to spread.
when it comes to deep dollops of spreadeasy doo-doo,
less is abslutely more.
more or less, tattooing is happening either way.
i'd rather have a good day, and no record of it other than good memories,
far before a sh!t buffet of a day, and the pictures to prove it.
i mean,
i've got 58 days of vacation left, anyway...
the only problem with a vacation place,
is that i don't want to do a flippin' thing.
i'm on vacation, after all.....
and, the vanilla sky cultivated coincidences seem to agree with me:
yesterday,
the state of new hampshire decided to dig a six foot trench,
directly in the front of the white mountain tattoo studio building.
all F*n' day.
that means no driveway!
unfortunatey,
summer isn't just tourist season up here,
it's also synonymous with devastating economic hardship via road work.
no joke,
every summer, some asstarded road construction completely ruins
at least one main thoroughfare for the whole entire season.
fortunately,
new hampshire is also full of stubborn, belligerent outdoorsy folks,
all of whom hiked up the hefty hill to make sure they got their zappityzips in.
events, ya'll.
a series of fortunate and unfortunate events.
alternating highs and lows.
it's all really happening.
it's very exciting.

speaking of exciting,
today is the cucch's berfday!
29 years, in a row.
(2+9; it adds up to eleven, huh?)
it's good to have friends, ninjas.
and the cucch is the best one of those that anybody could hope for.
that's word.
happy birthday times, mr. travelin' mustachio pizzman.
-he's working on his birthday.
that eats it hard, ya'll...
i don't believe in that kind of thing.
but,
if for some terrible reason you're in bedford, mass tonight,
(it's probably because you've given up hope, really)
and you want some flatbread pizza,
go give him a healthy high five,
and a happy b-day fresh five across the cheek!
scandalous slaps keep you young.
i'm pretty sure that's a fact.

greasy, grimy, grubby little grabbers.
back up off of my wallet...
jeez,
ninjas are tryin' to stick me for my papers
way faster than i can even make 'em.
i've got some skills.
i've got some bills.
nice.
the ratio seems to skew towards bills, though.
i've also got some wills.
and some won'ts.
today's the day for keeping it Folk Lively,
really real,
really rural,
and not giving a squeezable squat!
true stories told truly.....
all work and no play makes rock a dull boy;
never quiet, never soft.....