more and more.

it was warm as F* out there today.
and since the coals in the woodstove never went out,
and the kitchen oven was revved around 400 degrees
for most of the afternoon,
it was hot inside the house today.
plenty hot.
and when the hottness has empirical hotness,
it must be a good day.
even without the carbonated beverages,
the soda bread was soundly removed from all lameness.
no joke,
it came out so super good-lookin':
is that a magic cake?
pretty much.
moist, sweet, and irishy, too.
i am a stovetop samurai,
a bakery-fresh barbarian,
and a kitchen crusader.
your bellyhole will confirm it,
i'm a bad mutha-F*er, after all.
yep.
st. patrick's big fun.
perfect weather.
good times.
good friends hangin' about.
elsah and jim came over for dinner,
and just to kick up the irish vibes around here,
mr. steve gillespie and ms. molly mckinnon
rode up from masshole feverville and hung out.
for a good long minute or two, even.
now,
have you ever wondered just exactly what
a homosexual leprechaun looks like?
here's a sneak peak:

SO gay.

you like the zoolander pose, yeah?

me too.

but honestly,

i miss that big gay fella.

a whole bunch, even.

he even ate vegetables!

a plate full of 'em,

with no carcasses in sight.

that's real-life friendship, y'all.

choking down a gulletload of green leafy goodness?

i appreciate the gesture,

especially from a fresh flesh feeder.

he's practically a zombie,

what with all the hunger for bloody meat.

molly and my wife had some kind of girl time, too.

something about magnetic vagina power or whatever....

i cooked all day,

and we ate all night.

was there a fire?

c'mon.

you already know there had to be;

where else would i break in my special

limited edition st. patrick's day pipe?

i told you this was a big day.

the fires are both still going,

but the guests are already gone-

i am grateful for days like this one.

this time is a good time;

never quiet, never soft.....