half and half.

i'm on that arnold palmer jauns, duders.
what do you ninjas know about that?
oh, c'mon.
i'm obviously not talking about golf.
i mean,
what am i?
an A*hole?
well, that depends on who you ask,
but in this case?
no way, neighbors.
i'm drinking on some homemade expert sh!t.
half lemonade, half iced tea,
with twice the simple syrup sauce,
and no caffeine.
it's kid friendly, if not exactly healthy.
still,
it's good for you, y'know?
and it's good for me, too.
brewing up that nutrient-rich juicy 'ade.
we GOT they, y'all.
yuuuuuuuuuuuup.
we've been having an incredible time being dope
and getting rad on some teamwork,
and some yard work.
i moved heaps of dry and crumbly crap for hours
and hours and hours,
and i've got spaghetti noodle arms today as a result.
who wants a shaky tattoo?
i hope somebody does,
because while my hands may have teeth,
they're loose teeth today, kids.
they bite isn't as firm as the bark i blasted off
those logs and sh!t across the grounds of the Fortress.
our lawn and gardens are looking spit-shined
and pretty well polished.
we were admonished for our usage of hot fire as a
manicuring tool.
apparently,
it was a red flag day.
that's when the whole world will burn down
in under eleven minutes if so much as an ember
hits the soil and starts it blazing like a host
of demons from the pit an' that.
meanwhile,
i'm feeding a flaming frenzy to the circle of stones in my front yard,
bringing the hades-heated hottness out
for every-flippin'-body to see and disapprove of.
awwwwwwwwwwwww.
we doo-doo that pyro-type activation, duders.
hot fire, dry leaves,
good peoples, and great successes.
it's all really happening,
that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....