keep raining, keep winning.

the skies, kids.
the skies are dripping with anticipation.
the chappy chaps are gonna chafe and chap,
when their chaps get soaking wet.
the only thing possibly better than a rainy ruination
would be if the sun popped out and superheated
the muggy mountains to a triple-digit oven,
and speed-shrank all that wet leather.
c'mon.
skin-tight cow skins clinging like constrictors
on the ample waists and corpulent torsos
of pack upon pack of two-wheeled turdblasters?
yeah!
bike weak.
no joke.
happily,
the weather is cooperating with me thus far,
and the whole woodsly realm is practically flooded.
i've gotta work anyway,
so let it come on down like the next contestant, neighbors.
word up.
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speaking of working....
y'know what my first appointment is?
yeah. wow.
good guess.
it totally IS a rolling stones lips logo,
complete with american-flag-patterned tongue,
giving a righteous bike weak lickin'
to an all-american bike week beaver.
yuuuuuuup.
you need hard-style victory?
i GOT you!
i keep it EXPERT, mutha-uckas.
and i doo-doo tattoos.
save the art for your days off, ninja.
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minor garden upgrades.
every day.
that's the mission, duders.
it's actually good to have achievable goals.
i mean, c'mon...
it doesn't even take much-
add a birdhouse.
hang a basket.
drill a lantern-hook.
we're constantly on the upswing.
that's that up-shot jauns, y'all.
it's raining, and ruining, and winning.
i'll take it.
practically halfway through the halfway month.
slippery, y'all.
when wet, an' that.
tattoos, roadways, slopes, etc.
all downhill, in every direction;
never quiet, never soft.....