Nam Choke, an 8-year old bull elephant and Boonrawd, a 7-year old cow elephant in Thailand
Nam Choke, an 8-year old bull elephant and Boonrawd, a 7-year old cow elephant in Thailand
– Almost every girlfriend I have ever had (even from high school 25 years ago!) has somehow found me on B-F.com. Sometimes this is a nice surprise, but mostly it freaks me out.
– I drove aimless and reckless rawking to the new stereo in my truck as if I were 16 again. Grinning at the unholy volume while wildly bangin’ my head, I nearly slapped a hole right through the dashboard!
– I have been trying to eat healthy, but Our Lord Jesus Who Art in Heaven knows somebody sincerely chompeth the fuck out. You can have anything at all delivered from almost any restaurant in Dallas, so the doorbell soon rang with a Tex-Mex grease slick that was feigning actual sustenance. There is now a bottle of Tums on my desk. Amongst piles of disordered rummage and nasty ashes. Poor Chris. To live with me.
– Blessed to devote some structured time for learning in my creative writing class. I just feels so ignunt! Who knew there were actual rules and deliberate skills in story-telling!?
– I still stir gently when I wake so as not to crush tiny Wheezie, but she is not there. Wheezie would quietly yip and her bald pink tummy would twitch while she was dreaming. Maybe of scary cats…? When I see pictures of my happy angel, I feel such a startle of her spirit. No one could ever know how much Daddy misses that sweet little dog.
– Completely upgraded the various software that runs B-F.com from the backend, although users would only notice a few changes. It was a fucking nonstop BITCH. I can’t lie - I love getting deep geeky with my wife though. With two warring lieutenants and no troops, somehow we still manage to throw down some code. Hope to find time soon to implement a bangup redesign for the front page. I am a fairly deft designer, but my own site looks like *wretched scrub*.
– I need about $5k in plumbing repairs. Love Shack, you are a decrepit, crumbling, cheating CARDSHARK hustler! Yooooouuuu… you are the most expensive darling I have ever dared court. And being married to The Lavish Queen Christine, baby, that is saying a lot!
– 5 AM. Yes, I am a crack-of-noon vampire who has not yet slept. Think I will jump in the hot tub and watch the sunrise.
– Thinking of my amazing friends and hoping everyone is well and enjoying the moment.
KOOK - I thought this Rumpology site was a parody, but it’s not. Sylvester Stallone’s psychic mum is now reading the crevices and crannies of butt cracks to tell folks their fortune. See, I love me some ass, but I never dreamed people would actually send you pics of their heinie AND a big fat check!
USELESS INFO FOR AFTERNOON TEA - The dope smoking term “shotgun” came from soldiers in Nam.
ART, KINDA - I think random old portraits of forgotten people are fucking beautiful. Vintage mugshots from the Arkansas State Pen.
Apparently, Leif Garrett is not doing so well.
The housekeeper (I know - it sounds all bourgeois but I am truly a slovenly fuck) was sweeping the dining room and found my beloved long lost bubba teeth! Aghast! Terror-striken! The woman was frozen and the broom was trembling. I snatched ‘em up and said, “Ohhh… that ain’t gawn hurt ya none. It’s just my grandma’s prosthesis.” Hee hee.
I just wear the teeth to get discounts at swap meets and whutnot.
Holy Johnson!
Good gawd! These doods fetishize injecting massive amounts of silicon into ol’ one eye until their cocks nearly burst. (Yeh, Butches and Femmes are pervs?) Check this nagly shit.
PROLLY NOT WORK SAFE (unless they already know you’re a phreaquey motherfucker.)
