Rabbit, rabbit...

december.
again.
already.
you know i hollered my dutch lop mantra like a mofo.
after the requisite recital of the lucky repetition,
we had some big vegan breakfast times.
and once the batteries were charged up,
me and the missus brought the busybody blasting to bear on housework.
we stacked a ferocious new pile of wood today.
in fact,
i packed the garage high-end full of flammable firestartin' sticks.
that's manliness.
y'heard?
i spent most of the morning immersed in that big burly business,
until my gloves were wet with sweat,
and the mitts were raw and rugged and rough.
and while i was whiling away in my own private woodsly fantasyland,
we had actual manly men doing actual manly labor
out and about around the homestead today, too.
one dude wrenched on some metal stuff,
and another drove a truck with important hoses and nozzles on it.
those guys always have the freshest gloves.
i'm serious.
i don't know if there is some secret club they're in or what's up,
but there's always some special limited edition fingerfulls of hottness on their hands.
and yo,
i'm practically an expert-
i buy a lot of gloves, ninjas.
my hands are equipped with multiple means of palm protection.
but anyway,
we changed liquid propane companies.
how mother-licking exciting is that?
i know.
not one humplesucking little bitty tiny bit.
almost all adult activities (outside the bedroom) are pretty flippin' lame.
this is the stuff nobody lets you in on when they tell you to 'grow up'.
yeah?
yeah.
what could possibly be awesome about price comparison shopping for fuel supplies?
if you know, don't keep it to yourself.
i'm racking my brains over it over here...


we're also on that awful end-of-the-year consumer fury explosion;
XI-mas shopping.
y'know,
for the kids an' that.
it's too soon, ninjas.
way too soon.
and while i don't give a zig or a zag about high-falutin' rolling papers,
i'm a big fan of wrapping paper.
maybe even a little too big of a fan.
i like my metallic foils, ya'll.
i'm tellin' you.
the perfect presentable present presentation is key.
i like my joints taped with a bare minimum of magic,
and my seams crisp.
how about color-coded, alternating sparkle magic ribbons?
i doo-doo that freaky sh!t.
i mean,
if you're gonna give a gift, yeah?
give a hottness-enveloped viking present.
i wrap them jauns, son.
recognize.

and is anyone else feelin' like howling?
i will pel my flippin' skin right off, ninjas.
full moon freshness.
bright as day,
only bluer.
i love this kind of night,
even if my speedmetal double-bass heartbeat is banging inside my chest,
and i'm somehow even hairier than i was during the daylight hours.
whatever.
i've got the complete 'the mighty boosh' box set all rarin' to go.
we've got that new t.v. to utilize and activate, after all.
high definition an' that;
never quiet, never soft.....