I am a hip cool cat. I have drawers full of lensless glasses and I use hearing aids as a fashion accessory. I am pretty deep, like a puddle. I ride a well armoured unicorn to work and I shit sparkles, I don’t know why, it’s a little embarrassing but it is what it is.
Truthfully, there isn’t much you need to know other than I have stitches in my head from walking into a ladder at work and I have had my thumb virtually sewn back on after sawing it off camping. I have problems with both occupation and recreation.
This is Flower, from Bambie. Flower is likely dead. Blame her mother.
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Hi, I like this blog. Please make more posts. If only for me: a dear stranger.
Being a ling time student of the fine art of sarcasm as exemplified by such bygone masters as Ambrose Bierce and Samuel Clement aka Mark Twain I find this new online discovery most edifying or as edifying as it can be considering that the source is a Canadian pest exterminator who is apparently under going the geezerfication process along with yours truly. Well, at least I’m not shitting on the Pope’s furniture…yet anyway.
I hate smell peck! See previous post.