"Chicken labels due in six months", the headline said, but it was a lie.
"Fumarole", not so much a word as a state of mind.
"If it's not one thing, it's another", as my mother used to say. She's dead now, so I guess it finally got her.
"It doesn't matter — I'll live!" he said, just before the monkey shot him.
"Ship To Shore Fellatio" — a demanding art form.
Q: So, the plane crashed, you survived, but no rescue party showed up for a month? How did you get by — what did you do for food?
A: Not hard, I just ate the dead. A lot of them were quite plump — gooey-chewy, healthy-plump Europeans. Would I do it again? Well, the plane crash was frightening, absolutely truly frightening, so maybe not.
"Waiter — there's a fishhook in my spaghetti." (To be continued if time allows.)
Have anything worth adding? Then try sosayseff+snorp@gmail.com
Me? Working on new legislation to fix things.
Etc...
so says eff: sporadic spurts of grade eff distraction
definitions: outdoor terms
fiyh: dave's little guide to ultralight backpacking stoves
boyb: dave's little guide to backpacks
snorpy bits: nibbling away at your sanity
last seen receding: missives from a certain mobile homer
noseyjoe: purposefully poking my proboscis into technicals
