no food, just wood.

wood!
that's it, duders.
thatcher mutha-F*ing graves,
and his toolshop at modock millworks did it again.
i told a ninja i needed some super-sexy slabs of hardness,
since i'm on that expert activated bakery-type jauns,
and presentation counts for a whole lot of extra credit...
and oh boy did he ever deliver.
check the checkerboard teleport:

yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup!!
how sexy is a loaf of banana bread gonna look on one of those?
and those are spalted maple coasters up front, y'all.
yep.
coasters.
in a box.
times two.
doubles of everything, because that's the way it is.
and if you come over here thirsty?
i got you, kid.
we aren't leaving rings on sh!t.
unless they're smoke rings, halos, or ripples from the epicenter of infinity.
huh?
i duuno, i'm just sayin'.
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also-
a baby!
diaper-land teleport:

sleepy little tiny heads are dope!
i just snuggle the hell out of those little bundles of soft pink helplessness.
i can't even help it.
for real,
check out the spindly weirdie cuddle-time teleport:

awwwww!
how about some of that hetero-lifemate-style adoption action?
uh-huh, i got that too:

did you guys know i get along great with itty-bitty ones?
true story.
little van and i hung out pretty hard for hours today.
and elsah brought us some soup as well as her kid.
good times and hang-outs and overdue interactive participation are good for you.
and so is soup.
duh.
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i got wood treats and breakfast hookups and fresh pizzas,
and soup and coffees, and even baby-huggin' companionship.
and that's not all, y'all-
the cucch is all up in the woodsly goodness
weathering the storm with me as well.
my ace number one homeboy,
and my homeboys and girls in the mountains,
and maybe even some new ones by the sea?
it's all really happening.
i keep telling you-
my friends are better.
i only say it because it's true.
that's it;
never quiet, never soft.....