1313.

doubly unlucky?
it's post # 1313.
so it would seem, neighbors.
i've got in-laws out the wazoo.
mamas and sisters and brothers and babys' mothers,
and the offspring of the mothers as well.
uh-oh.
and it's so a-sweaty.
uh-huh.
it's humid like armpits,
like trailer park fistfights,
like basement houseparties overfull with fat mutha-'uckas.
i'm tellin' y'all,
it's a steambath of b!tchbaggery,
and the sun isn't even poppin' out.
overcast stinkbomb weather,
poop-boat 'tards cloggin' the scene,
and greasy pores gettin' clogged with sebaceous sauce.
seriously,
it's gross outside,
and it's even seeping into the folds and creases of
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
it's sticky.
it's SO sticky that even my candy beans are tacky to the touch.
that's no joke,
and it's no good, either.
and i was counting on candy beans to see me through, too.
instead,
it's a sauna of suckiness,
and a sh!t-salad sandwich of spouse's siblings and such.
family togetherness, after a fashion.
1313, my ninjas.
a whole burly buttload of doo-doo butter.
it's happening, kids.
doubly;
never quiet, never soft.....