oh, yes. cut it in half, and shovel it.
i break tools when i use 'em.
why?
because i am a mighty master of masculinity.
or,
because i am the exact opposite of that.
fulcrums, ya'll.
you have to watch where you put your axis and apex.
my compost pile project is getting the better of me.
i cracked an axe on some roots the other day,
and now i've got a splintered scoopler to boot.
could the problem be physiological?
form fouling up the function?
maybe.
i think my overlong ape arms have too much torque.
anti-canti-leverage an' that.
they're like testosterone-touting tentacles.
...more like elevenacles.
wooord.
maybe we should redefine the word manacles, yeah?
c'mon.
it fits.
the super saucer palm paddles on the ends of those danglers, my duders,
those are the extremely extremist extremities to look out for.
if toothsome means delicious,
and not a palatable pile of pearlies,
then it's a good thing handsome doesn't mean what it sounds like either.
or else i'd be hella handsome, for sure.
but since the unabridged allowances are limited,
and the thesaurus doesn't have a term to closely match my moves,
and i'll bet google searches won't even come up with a 'did you mean' for me,
it looks like ugly and dope are still the only options available.
but anyway,
i totally broke the sh!t out of that shovel, huh?
manly.
like i said.
***********
my homestyle homeboy Ro-Ro came over to check out the pad, today.
and he brought a copy of 'black dynamite' for us.
wait, what kind of dynamite?
black, b!tches.
with a heavy side-order of 'sploitation, and tongue-in-cheek satire.
if you don't know,
now you know, ninjas.
ya'll had better get that.
***********
two more days off.
one in the car,
taxi driving my delightful daughters;
and one at the stove,
getting freaky-diki on that new hottness.
so really,
two more days of unpaid hard-style laboring
too bad about that shovel being broke.
i just can't dig on this big action;
never quiet, never soft.....
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