Tuesday, February 8

surprise!

yesterday i was wondering where the good stuff was at...
today, i know, neighbors;
it's right here,
where it has alwaysd belonged.
i'm tellin' you duders about what's up, now.
good peoples, in the right place, at the right time-
even if they like to shave away the barbarian burliness,
and replace it with yosemite selleck situations.
i'm on that justache surprise arrival explosion action...
hold on,
i'll just show you what time it is:
awesome o'clock, my ninjas!
the cucch is back again!!
just when the deep freeze had ice pop stopped up the works,
the hamdenista hottness is here to heat it back up again.
lucky ugly duckling that i am,
i've already got a ninja making dinner with my wifey.
tandem noodle gnoshfest feasting?
i got that.
my two most favoritest, most bestest ones preparing them jauns?
double-up on the dopeness, doo-doo butterballs,
because here is where the good stuff is.
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don't worry,
with all this twice-as-awesomeness everywhere,
it's a wonder twin wonderwall of works in the works...
and wrenches, too.
uh-huh.
i'm takin' it back, kids.
i think there's even a double ear infection brewing in my braincase.
yeah!
F* cotton swabs,
i'm de-waxing, waxing loquacious, and whacking my lobes
with a set of metric hexes and pipe-fitting monkeys.
that's fixing to go apesh!t on that kind of hard-style, innit?
yes.
it is.
shhhhhhh.
if you stop enjoying my misfortunes and fortunes for a minute,
you can hear that spooky moustache whispering.
so a'spooky, son.
i am grateful for these peoples,
and i look forward to spanning time,
even as i appreciate the time i'm spanning right now.
this is how it is.
wrenches and nuts,
making bolts start tightening like lightning;
never quiet, never soft.....

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