rain reins reign.

it's pretty warm, and very wet.
(that's what SHE said!)
nice.
sweaty and close, ya'll....
all up onto mutha-flippers isn't the ideal way to spend a sunday.
but that's the recipe for rainy sunday drizzles and sizzles.
there's not much i hate more than being sweaty.
(which makes exercising impossible, too)
i'm not kidding, either.
on top of which,
even moreso than i hate personal sweatiness,
i truly hold some hard-hearted hatefulness
for other other peoples' porous precipitation......
if i've got to tattoo up on someone who is all pass-out clammy,
drippy-necked cat piss nervous perspiration,
or earthy forest-trail hiker armpit stenchy,
i'm destined to have a righteous right guard ragnarok!
i'm just sayin',
the studio has been pretty cramped, creepy quarters lately;
for rainslickered motorcyclists, and hot-blooded hot-weather hotheads....
alternating days of air conditioned insides and rainy outsides
have left my nostrils ringing with french-onion funyun stench.
it's a regular cheesy-vomit festival.

just be dope, my ninjas.
still and always, y'heard?
it's officially sandwich week up here, too.
get ready for some summertime food blogging.
sandwich week.
if you've got a hot and tatsty terrific treat,
email me a picture.
i want to see it.
unless it's a sh!t-salad sandwich,
in which case it's probably over here.
if you check that link, (pun intended)
i hold myself absolved of all nausea incurred.
my friends are some very interesting people.
even when they're just shootin' the poop....
word to boss hawg,
i came to drop logs;
never quiet, never soft....