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If I had known you all had so much to say about wah-der, or waugh-ter as the case may be, I'd've brough this up ages, ago. You all are terribly amusing, and your response to The Word of the Day is absolutely brilliant.
Or should I say that your lush, superb, idiosyncratic and rather raucous tableaus in regards to gerrymandering, dumbfuckery and confuzzled paterfamilias were truly eviscerating. In a good way, ecologically sound and green way. But sadly without the need to abscinate anyone. Although it is a case by case basis for the pimps. My inner sonambulist was kept from wandering by your frenetic veracity and lissome genius -- although, personally, I could use a nap. Ari was really interested in the shiny lesbians, wombats and doughnuts, but I told him unless he wanted to experience defenestration first hand he’d knock it off. Sadly, I hit a quagmire when attempting to use aubade, ticky, and calamistrate in this sanguine ode to you lot and the toxicology report on George Clooney’s penis.
Still, you have certainly cured my morning ennui and any discombobulated thoughts I had about my hangover. Down with Comstockery and up with porn I say! Fuck the man!
Here's to you, my reading list, and your lack of soteriological thinking.
p.s. I am SO writing stories about furphies and a cackle-bladder. Sorry for the spam.
Or should I say that your lush, superb, idiosyncratic and rather raucous tableaus in regards to gerrymandering, dumbfuckery and confuzzled paterfamilias were truly eviscerating. In a good way, ecologically sound and green way. But sadly without the need to abscinate anyone. Although it is a case by case basis for the pimps. My inner sonambulist was kept from wandering by your frenetic veracity and lissome genius -- although, personally, I could use a nap. Ari was really interested in the shiny lesbians, wombats and doughnuts, but I told him unless he wanted to experience defenestration first hand he’d knock it off. Sadly, I hit a quagmire when attempting to use aubade, ticky, and calamistrate in this sanguine ode to you lot and the toxicology report on George Clooney’s penis.
Still, you have certainly cured my morning ennui and any discombobulated thoughts I had about my hangover. Down with Comstockery and up with porn I say! Fuck the man!
Here's to you, my reading list, and your lack of soteriological thinking.
p.s. I am SO writing stories about furphies and a cackle-bladder. Sorry for the spam.
