Shaman Week is the year's major holiday for the Eeeps family. As usual, and by tradition, they've decorated the family compound and even the family bunker with the remains of dead relatives — some fresh and moist, others well-molded, and a few in brine and vinegar, should there ever be a food emergency such as occurred a brief few years back.
My love, Echinoia Eeeps, used to be quite a devotee of track and field events. She would track trespassers into one of the many family fields, and open up with one of her machine guns, calling it damn fine target practice to keep her skills up for Pig Slaughter Week at the Eeeps family compound and bunker complex.
My love, Echinoia Eeeps, purchased a conversion kit so's she can remake herself into a ladydroid — a merdroid, in fact — and go out merdroiding people. Yes, I have seen this coming for quite a while, and have my own private, well-stocked bunker all set and ready until she tires of it and moves on to the next shiny hobby. (And let's hope that it's not nuclear war.)
My love, Echinoia Eeeps, is embarking on a quest to have the world's most fascinating string collection, starting with the ends and working toward the middle. She said I can watch if I promise to behave myself. Otherwise she'll hog tie me and dump me along the old abandoned highway that runs past the north side of the family bunker. Right now I've decided it's time to get back to thinking critically, and most carefully.
It's Shaman Week down at the Eeeps family compound, and my love, Echinoia Eeeps, has been practicing by vaporizing toads with only her thoughts. Plus, she has a flamethrower as backup for the uncooperative ones.
My love, Echinoia Eeeps, got a T38 tank for Xmas. Not as a gift really — she stole it. And boy can she ever drive that sucker around the yard. Pretty good shot too, as I discovered while trying to sneak into the family compound so I could surprise her. There's no surprising that lady, not when she's on maneuvers.
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Me? Still trying to get the peel off my cotton candy.
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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
