Rabbit, Rabbit!!!

boo-yamikamikaze,
rabbit, rabbit, honey bunnies!
a new month,
a new place,
a whole new set of scenarios to bring to eleven,
and then some...
i'm gonna need that good luck mantra to get it poppin', my ninjas;
it rained the last two days,
and guess what?!?
that's correct,
homeowner headache numero uno showed up...
a leaky garage!
yeah!!
and guess what else?!
the garagey roof is under a deck,
which means a new deck AND roof!!!!
i'm psyched.
jess scraped away something along the lines of
eight bubbly, nubbly, warped, and wonky layers
of damaged doo-doo buttery wallpaper off a few waterstained walls last night.
i even found some truly epic hardwood floors hiding under the stanky stainy skeevy carpet.
the catch?
okay, i'll tell ya'll:
it was previously painted safety orange in the sixties.
drugs are bad, b!tches.
and i'm walkin' on the proof......
the hottness is a hard style,
and the old bustedness is SO the hardest hottness they got.

yesterday.
my man from the canadian maritime provinces,
mr. marc robichaud,
sat for the whole entire day.
like a rock-solid barbarian warrior, even.
not a squinty-eyed flinch or nothin'.
he got a battle-beastly samurai rooster, to boot.
i got the fresh gratuity,
the cuban stink-sticks,
and a whole heapin' helpin' of good day vibeology.
that dude rocks it, no jokin'.

today and every day ya'll.
i'm grateful for the spanners and the wrench-choosers,
the hard-style homeboys,
and all of ya'll, too.
i'm even at work early,
just to let you know.
i doo-doo that freaky sh!t, baby;
never quiet, never soft.....