soup is good food.

rainy?
yuuuuup.
grey?
of course.
fulfilling?
abso-flippin'-lutely, neighbors.
i had some dentist times for my face,
with an upgrade on my wisest of teeth,
in complete pseudo-enamel colormatch finish,
and that was just the start of a full-on busy day.
that's right, y'all.
positive dental appreciation,
pearly whitish horse-bucking chompy-choppers,
all re-activated and enhanced.
real ninjas can't be havin' that up-here grill, y'heard?
the cigar shop was the next stop,
getting those primo stumps, son.
then,
the gun shop got it poppin' like caps an' that.
me and my buddy george spanned some time,
rocking stogies and packin' those lead-slingers,
all throughout the eastern edge of new hampshire.
that's how warriors go deep behind enemy lines
on that new england no-prisoners november-type
escalation of aggression jauns.
word up.
we scoped the scene,
we stunk up the truck,
we experienced some hard-style autumn reality.
it's cold.
it's wet.
it's pretty mutha-uckin' dismal,
but it's all really happening,
and that's the whole point.
you know it.
then we did some amateur gunsmithery.
swapping components,
on that futuristic custom battle-beast sh!t.
like i said- it was a busy day.
(at one point we even went and got pizza)
active participation, on a wednesday, kids.
speaking of wednesday....
it's soup day in tamworth!
i think that's a thing.
it was today, that's for sure.
down on the farm, with casey and cyle,
for belated berfday happy-happy hangin' outs.
did somebody mention the homemade biscuits?
i hope so.
if not, i'm on that second-helping touted all-aboutitude.
and F* you so hard if you aren't all about that hottness.
how about hubba-frickin'-bubba chewing gum??
we GOT they.
some kind of double-nutrient ghettolicious goodness,
all up in the entire area surrounding your head.
...that includes your 'ucking FACE, b!tches...
expansive spanning, with our peoples, y'all.
we doo-doo that grateful and gregarious get-together sh!t.
busy.
i said it.
the fire is roaring over here,
the gun parts and the shotshells
and the magical new strawberry oreos
have all been put away until tomorrow.
good food,
good folks,
good times.
shove that where the sun don't shine, suckas....
which is to say:
right up your november;
never quiet, never soft.....