Wednesday, April 28

aloha, minnesota.

jeez,
i guess i got out of dodge just in time....
i'm serious, y'all.
safe and sound and happy and healthy in minneapolis,
that's what's up.
not an s.w.b in sight,
and super-smooth travels all dang yesterday.
it's sunny and warmish in the middle of america, ninjas,
but there's slush puppy sleet-slop sticking it to new hampshire.
sorry, honey.
but that's what happens when
the hottness gets removed to points west, i guess.
and speaking of the hottness,
what's the single most important ingredient in positivity?
yeah, totally,
it IS vibes.
and what kind of vibrations are the best beach boy good ones?
sound waves.
subsonic bass-boosted blowhard bellowing is in order:
here at the louderhorn inn,
in the interest of positive vibes and good vibrations,
we're rockin' a flippin' TUBA.
big band brass battle-blasters, represent!
just to reiterate:
a mutha-flippin' TUBA!
there was already a trumpet here,
which our flippy-flappity spit-swappin' lips were puffin' on,
but then it all got kicked up another other 'nother notch,
y'know,
to eleven.....
and now this is happening.
you may have suspected i've always been one to blow my own horn,
but now everybody here is blowin' everybody else's, too.
it's like a make-out party,
only accompanied by tremendous flatulent roars.
(on further consideration, i also hope nobody has mono).
speaking of tremendous flatulent roars;
how much ethiopian food is too much ethiopian food?
well,
to answer that,
you'd have to know the answer to this:
shark gluttony.
it's nature, duders.
there's no explanation for it.
so therefore, there's no such thing as too much ethiopian food, either.
unless you ask my long-suffering bellyhole, that is.
that tuba is the least of the thunder-bringers today.
it's good to see all these peoples.
sort of like ethiopian blops,
there's never really such a thing as too much of a good thing.
***********
there will be arthur-making today.
there will be tatblasting in some capacity as well.
there will be too much food,
not enough hours,
and just the right combination of hard-styles,
long nights,
and good times.
heck,
i even baked up a late-night emergency batch of
rock block cookies.
preparedness is the main ingredient, y'all.
i'm ready.
we're ready.
it's all really happening,
starting now;
never quiet, never soft.....
p.s.
a TUBA!!!!
c'mon.

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