mr. cloverfield.

duders,
when it's time for early dinner,
it's time to get rad on some early dinner.
c.t.t.:

yes, that means check the teleport.
butter-braised kohlrabi,
tossed with garlic'd kohlrabi/kale greens.
with a little bit of that crisp to it?
you know.
coupled with a starchy side order of farm fresh 'tatoes,
courtesy of our farm fresh friends.
and some herbed tofu to balance the power.
delicious is what we're about.
but only when we're not about the dopeness.
when we're on that dopeness doo-doo,
we doo-doo it like this:

c'mon.
a re-barreled carbine,
complete with custom parts?
ZERO heavy industrial deliverance, neighbors.
i'm on it.
and speaking of being 'on it'-
we've got a mecky marmot miscreant,
and he is unperturbed by our presence.
in fact,
he prefers his presents to be purloined and pilfered
right in front of our faces.
ladies and gentlemen,
may i present mr. cloverfield:

yuuuuuuuuuup.
wildlife, livin' the life.
by virtue of his adorability,
he's been granted a full pardon
by the real power behind the throne.
that's right,
the wifey has named and nominated him
for inclusion as a full member of the Fortress.
we are not amused.
for once,
my dog and i are in agreement on something.
*
anyway,
as far as days off are concerned,
this one goes to eleven,
and it's only 6p.m.
what-what, say what, say what?
affirmative, my ninjas.
anything can happen;
never quiet, never soft.....