infamy.

today is the day.
i'm not sure divine wind is the most flattering term,
but my progenitor,
the guru of supreme intelligence,
kamikaze'd his way into the poop-deck of existence,
on this date,
about a billion years ago.
yep.
it's my dad's big berfday.
and very glad we are for all of that.
the planes that sunk the ships were called zeroes,
and my pops is anything but.
unless you mean he's round.
then, you're kind of right.
decade after decade after decade, and so on,
he's been around,
doing really real sh!t.
if ever active participation needed defining,
his picture would most surely be included.
when we talk about berserker barbarian battle-beasts,
i, for one, always picture my ol' man.
that's no joke.
loud. fast. and hard.
a burly, surly, unruly ragnarok of parental thunder.
that's my duder, ninjas.
and happy berfday to 'im.
word up.
it's pearl harbor day,
and that's the big action.
a day that will live in infamy an' that.
and the most efficacious infamy belongs to the
garrulous, 'garious guru i call dad.
take that, hawaii.
yeah!
so if you know him,
the y'all'd best call him, mutha-uckas.
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tuesday is our day off here in the woodsly hottness, yeah?
well,
it's a flippin' freezin' snowshower of
lackluster lake-effect sh!t-salad sandwiches, kids.
when does weather always arrive?
whenever i need it not to.
real talk, neighbors.
if i'm at work,
it's a bright and beautiful, bountiful and baskable day,
but the absolute instant that i'm ready for goodsly fun,
there's perspicacious precipitation condensing on my parade.
i'm sayin',
it's like it knows, ninjas.
hard styles and soft flakes.
it's all really happening-
at least the sheer volume of candles on my man's cake
will throw enough heat to warm it up properly;
never quiet, never soft.....