pannie cakes AND bananas.
banana panniecakes!
start your sh!t right, son!!
when the woodsly havoc takes a deep breath,
and allows for a lapse in the lightning-strike launches,
it's not actually a day off, duders.
it's a race to cram in as much hottness as possible.
that's right, we work twice as hard at relaxing than we do at working.
and when it's time to disembark from the brouhaha barbarism,
you've got to begin with syrup, and potassium,
and sweet griddled-up goobieblops.
now that's the darn truth.
i'm just sayin',
when the buttery batter gets browned up,
errands get run, ninjas.
hard.
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the hoth base is under construction, kids.
for my kids.
secret tunnels,
in the snow.
an underground ice base.
a snow fort beyond comparison.
the big fun in the big drifts.
it's underway.
and when the second phase gets finished tomorrow,
you'll get a sneak peek.
don't sleep, neighbors.
you wouldn't want to miss out, would you?
i didn't think so.
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don't forget about saturday.
the big zombie make up photo shoot.
you'll wish you were there if you aren't;
and you can be there.
so be there.
i mean, really, ninjas.
blood, guts, guns, and green screens?
that's what's up.
let's make it work.
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also,
take a look outside.
up in the sky.
that big pizza pie?
no, it's not amore, friends.
it's the howlin' holy-sh!t hottness,
and it's got the wolfen wendigo a-go-go
going into overdrive.
sleep?
sleeeeeeeep?!
c'mon.
i don't have to doo-doo that weak sauce until some other time.
i've got silver to shun,
skin to shed,
and berserker battle-beast burliness to blast out.
the waxing is waxing, an' that.
more.
that's how we get busy on a non-business day,
and even more is how we take on the night.
right about now,
i can almost feel the tidal tug of a gnarly, nuanced neap leap.
oh,
and nobody has firewood worth a dang,
and i'm fresh out.
howling mad,
and huddled close for comfort.
thank heavens for all the fur under this pink veil;
never quiet, never soft.....
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