getting my goat.

duders,
i met another albie at the fair.
it's true.
he's a goat, though...a boer, actually.
y'know,
the ones with satan horns.
according to the literature,
he's a meat goat,
and will most likely end up as a halal kebab.
unless, maybe we buy him,
and rescue him from the split and spit?
sorry, albie,
that outcome seem highly unlikely, little buddy.
awwwwww, man.
you guys understand, right?
one albie is two albies too many, already.
and that other other one is far cuter,
albeit no less aggressive.
a real butt-head, y'heard?
oh, c'mon.
the fair continues apace.
i can't say i'm maximizing my falafel consumption,
but i will say that i had the v.h.s. upgrade.
Very Hot Sauce.
nothing weak about it, neighbors.
teleportation!

holy smokes, and no jokes, folks.
all it took were a few mini-blops to totally dominate my face!
from the jump-off, two down the hatch.
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we looked at everything.
every thing.
bunnies, birds, boars, bees, and broccoli.
all the things, in all the booths,
all over the flippin' place.
we've only gotten a few special treats so far.
but we'll be back again today,
and maybe we'll get a couple more.
you mutha-F*ers know we love treats.
little accents and conversation pieces
for the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
enriching the experience of existing
in the woodsly goodness.
it's hard not to live it and love it,
especially in october.
it's activation!
speaking of activation:

yuuuuuuup.
tomatoes, duders.
vitamins and nutrients, without eagle's eggs.
uh-huh.
hummus and falafels.
double-destruction for my butthole,
each and every chick pea punching my guts
as hard as it can.
i'll stop eating 'em when they stop being delicious.
word up.
i had an idea, though:

hahahahah!
smart.
lettuce, y'all.
roughage,
in the form of crunchy green water-paper!!
that's vegetation, kids.
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P.F.D.?
it could be.
the sun actually popped out from behind the clouds.
just for a second,
but that's still longer than any appearances it's  made
all mutha-b!tchin' week.
if the clouds break away,
instead of open,
then maybe the fall weather report
will get a little baby bit more promising.
sunshine AND falafels?
positive.
the time is being spanned, y'all;
never quiet, never soft.....