duders,
it's a beautifully overcast morning
in the mountains of the woodsly goodness.
so dooooope.
i've got a whole posse of pretty little ladies,
pretty not-much-bigger ladies,
and pretty stupid canine ladies
surrounding me, and smothering me with affection.
yuuuuuuup.
family togetherness,
the october session.
as usual,
the journey south of the worthy white mountains
was fraught with herculean irritations.
berfday friday rush hour traffic on the roads,
with accidents and rubberneckin' A*lords ruining it.
i don't get it.
i'd much rather get home and look at some
cold, grey north african dictator's flash-frozen
meatlockered carcass,
than gawk like a less-liberated libyan lounge lizard
at a minor breakdown-lane fender-bender.
hours, my ninjas,
of weak-sauce brake-grinding
bumper-riding highway low road traveling.
y'know what makes home like no place else?
hell yeah, mutha-F*ers-
panniecakes!!!
that's a man stack.
belated berfday breakfast, b!tches.
with thick, dark, grade B maple activation...
twice as fluffy, and probably more vegan
than the minnesotan crotchal puffs!
*
speaking of crotchal puffs,
there's something to be said for being
a non-threatening, accessible,
semi-fem half-lesbian male tattooer,
at least when it comes to exposure.
and not exposure in lbgt newsletters, either.
i mean exposure on the south side...
for real, it must be true,
because shawn hebrank has got
buffed crotchal puff pictures on his blog!
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did someone just say mushrooms?
i think that's what i heard.
i can't say for sure what king of mycelial fruit this is,
but maybe one of y'all can tell me.
check the teleport:
moldy monster sprouts from the future.
neighbors,
the woodsly goodness is producing some hottness,
despite the cold weather...
big fun, good times, hard styles.
it's ALL really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....
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