it's rainy in the forest.
it's rainy everywhere, really-
now,
everybody who lives on the correct coast
of the united states already knows all about that.
there's powerful stormswept raging weather afoot.
heck,
we've got hurricane forces hurtling towards us.
that's just nature....winning.
a brutal barbarian brouhaha of precarious precipitation.
in the air,
on the ground,
and swirling all over the flippin' place.
kinda made me want to curl up with a nerd book
and take it easy under the covers.
instead,
it was time to get back on the grind,
with my inflamed inner thigh,
and knocked-about knee parts kicking my A*.
neighbors,
even a day later,
i still hate getting tattooed.
just sayin',
even a checked teleport can't cure this:
and yes,
that's a samurai general holding up my weiner with a stick.
initially unintentional,
but currently pretty awesome, for sure.
it feels like all the rain in the world could not soothe
the hard-style hot fire i'm cooking under.
word.
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in other news,
i started a pretty mutha-'ucking big cover-up today.
me and my fine points got busy,
and business was down and dirty, y'heard me?
i marky mark 'em, with my magical markers, my duders...
our buddy george had a regrettable, forgettable
doo-doo buttery patch of poop
on his impressively appointed calf.
now,
he's got half a poop boat,
but also the beginnings of a werewolfen warrior beastman.
yuuuuuuuuup.
how many lines is too many?
you know it.
there's no such thing.
i know you're surprised,
not just a tattoo picture, but an in-progress one, as well.
the wonders never cease, i guess.
we did a whole bunch of lining,
and a barrelful of black,
but by the time we got down to brown,
the shattered skin and shinbone had had enough of all that.
so,
until next time, ninjas;
never quiet, never soft.....
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