My love, Echinoia Eeeps, has a new hobby — making mucilage. She's so good that she'll be selling it mail order. Because she can't get rid of it any other way. And has no idea what it may be good for. Certainly not edible, even as soup. Not a decent dog shampoo. Can't be molded into lawn ornaments. Lousy building material. And so on.
Out at the Eeeps family compound and slaughter-your-own pig farm, it's "Get Stuffed Week". My love, Echinoia Eeeps, explained it all to me. That is why, I guess, that everyone is dressed as manicotti noodles. (Something must explain it.)
My love, Echinoia Eeeps, sent me a birthday present. From Siberia. It's a tiger. I need to get a bigger litter box. Pretty soon now.
My love, Echinoia Eeeps, is on vacation, in Siberia. Just like that. Didn't know she was going. Did get a postcard from her though. It said "Glad you're not here. I'm having fun for once. Don't forget to feed the tiger — tigers get cranky when hungry. Will return some day if things don't pan out here." What a gal. You should see her armpit hair.
My love, Echinoia Eeeps, is on vacation in Siberia. The last thing she sent me was a bucket of mud. With a note. Said not to tell her mother about this. And I've discovered that tigers really love fried chicken, and playing scrabble, although they can become a bit sulky when they lose, tending to revert to biting behavior, though they do hold their liquor well. Miss my gal though. You know who.
My love, Echinoia Eeeps, has a world-class Caterpillar collection. Mostly the D9 models. She's also quite a stellar diesel mechanic and holds several arm-wrestling titles on the side.
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Me? Wondering what the gutters here taste like.
