discolé monade

89 pounds of big goof. he calls it protection/good morning mode i call it senior abuse.

finally, a lazy day.

i find crack is not the catalyst to get motivated to clean. pcp is the way.

at some point in his young life, our friend saw something so shocking, he refuses to NOT share it with the world:

i fucking hate. that you animated. her fucking O face. god. damnit.

a few years ago, while cooking at this little joint, i was already doing the 'jamaican me crazy' chicken wrap. well...in swoops *hurricane that year that did some severe damage to jamaica* i actually sold out of that special that week. XD .... .... so...can i add you two to the list? i booked us a table. you know...the usual suspects here....

drama queen

enki research

story time: i was on my way to my daughters job to give her something this morning. omw, i see a PDT (poor dead thing) in the road. i stop, because i've taken to moving animals off the road, so stupid rednecks don't treat it like a whack a PDT. as i'm getting out, a truck is speeding, and i see making it's way to purposely hit the PDT. BUT IT WASN'T DEAD! it jumped up...or rather, rolled/hiss/fight/baby kitten movement, truck missed it by inches. (had it hit it, i assure i'd be typing this tomorrow after posting bail). i rush it over to the animal shelter. the one i volunteered at some time ago. i know they don't have the cat side anymore, but i know there are/were like 3 cat fosters. an old acquaintance was there, said she feed and water, keep an eye out, and let me know. poor little thing hissed and clawed at me trying to get it to a box. it's anus was extended outward...but it pooped once in the box. it's only a couple weeks old. probably dropped by mama when she was moving them : [ my acquaintance just texted me, her grandson is officially *boo-boo's human dad. named by acq.

likes to recreate the pottery scene in ghost, but instead, with the waiter at the olive garden putting the cheese on the salad.

has trained a mouse to ride a goose, while wearing historically accurate battle gear. in 2024, he cleared 6 figures in bar mitvah bookings alone.

has an market of flavored pastes on ebay called 'stick to what you know' - ft. spearmint and peppermint flavors.... root beer is a top seller.

goes around dropping salman rushdie quotes.

decorates for arbor day once a month.

oh god yes.

doing artsy fartsy stuff wuth coffee grounds

don't i know it. the year i start to watch. you notice i don't come in here, UNLESS IT'S TO DUMP ON MY OWN TEAM yeah.... go giants...*sigh* go blue......

is the president of the ranger rick fan club in his region.

well, i'm with you on that...but it's not irrational. and i'm sure not with you, either.

spiders and clowns...not terribly scared of clowns, just how offputting they look. spiders, i could't go near any spider. i'd freeze. but thanks to the joro ....and my new found love for interprertive dance, i'm ok with MOST spiders. (the ones with fangs that are TOO small to pearce? pierce? skin)

i've already bragged enough...and not even completed. but i SHOULD have been working on emily and victor today. all week i have. i may still...later, inside, because it's supposed to rain... TBT hai, tho'

now i wish i kept that glue strip with the 20 or so flies on it. wrote a song for crash test dummies...managed to make it to the charts. and all he did was record himself eating ramen with a steak knife.

FUCK MS. MANNERS. there...i said it.

claims to have invented fluffer nutters.

OMG my step monster would stab me with a fork if an elbow grazed the table. and don't forget the stupid napkin on the lap.