roar...

duders,
i just slept all the way until 8 a.m.,
or at least,
i went back to sleep until then.
yeah, i know;
i'm supposed to be a tattooer,
all late-sleepity hangoverian mess and all.
but,
that's just not my flavor.
i like getting my restorative rest.
normally i'm a very early riser,
and an early to bedder.
healthy, wealthy, and wise, an' that.
but not today.
today i'm a lazy, crazy, hazy mutha-ucka.
today's agenda?
there is no agenda.
i'm gonna doo-doo whatever i want, my ninjas.
in like a lion, y'heard?
a MAN lion.
that's the hairy lounging one under a tree.
(it's the lioness that goes to work, y'all)
so here i am,
roaring,
despite my mangy mane.
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larry is back on the case, kids.
the luxury rest and relaxation room
is back under construction.
there's shelves and sh!t in there now.
and they're dooooope.
i'm glad that this project is back in action.
i need that pine-paneled potty-room, my ninjas.
it's got enough hottness to heat the whole house.
and,
once this poop hut is completed,
we'll get crackin' on another other one.
i'll be coppin' squats in style.
that's the flavor of this Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
for sure.
we've got the moves.
we've got the magic.
we've got the wood.
that's what she said.
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there's always more to say,
but,
i've got so much nothing to do,
and only the whole day to do it.
loungin' mutha-F*ers;
never quiet, never soft.....