luck o'.

my eyes are smilin',
and my lips got that blarney-kissin' glibness.
but my face is a little swollen.
don't worry, i'll be okay,
but now it's your turn;
your whole entire face is about to get demolished.
no, really.
i got a treat in the mail yesterday that's so dope,
it'll break your jaw.
in at least three places.
the ongoing saga of the woodsly goodness'
number one hot fiery bathroom continues.
the latest installment?
brace your b!tch-A*s;
you'd do well to get ready for a haymakin' k.o.:

B-A-M!!!!

that's a surface draw lock.

complete with big-A* skeleton keys.

big-A* keys?

oh, heck yeah.

they're seriously like cartoon jailhouse ones.

that big rig is a beast, my ninjas.

i know i could've settled on a smaller substitute...

but, c'mon.

what am i?

A*-hole?

ultimate hottness is it's own reward.

bathroom sexiness has never been so, y'know,

sexy.

cast iron,

brass clampers,

and eleven kinds of elite action.

and that's just on the side of the door

that ISN'T hidden and ninja.

i already told you mutha-fliplets about them jauns.

you know you really like it.

***********

anyway,

it's the big day.

potatoes are running scared, an' that.

st. paddy's, y'all.

parades can jog on.

green beer can chug it.

corned beef can smoke it.

but otherwise,

i'm celebrating.

what with my leprechaunical little ones

being composed of a goodly genetic portion

of mcreynolds,

i feel it's appropriate that i do it up right.

and, heck, st. pasquale was an italian, to boot.

...so we're good.

cabbage and rutabaga (a.k.a. swedes)?

rumbles and bumps or bubble and squeak, as they say.

a whole deeep-dish pot pie?

that's a cauldron of crucial comestibles.

soda bread?

there's no dr. pepper in it,

i can tell you that much.

but it's some irish-type eat'em-ups,

so i'll be a-makin' it today.

i'm wearin' green too.

but more to celebrate the springy spring-time,

and to keep hidden amongst the pines.

ninja-style cuchulainn action, duders.

deep-coverage and invisible motion.

yeah.

CuChulainn is what's up.

that red branch knight was way more burly

than st. patrick could ever hope to be.

...and that was butt naked with a shield and a spear.

word up.

there's more to this day, duders,

but it'll have to wait.

there's real life waiting to get poppin',

and mad amounts of meatless treats that need cookin'.

you can keep your luck,

i'll take raw uncut good fortune;

never quiet, never soft.....