"Priscilla Fluckpeather" was my grandmother's maiden Name. After her marriage she went by "Robert".
All quiet here. Nothing newsworthy going on, though everyone I see is giving me an odd look. I have a bag full of them, if you need any. Useful for those days when you want a disguise.
All things considered, I guess an advanced case of rabies is a pretty good excuse not to go to work today. More fun as well.
All wood, solid good, however not quite suitable as food. 3¢ or best offer. Willing to trade for used potato chips.
Bought a 27-year-old tiger at the big auction. His name is Tom. He mostly stares and growls — you know tigers. But I need a drinking buddy, and he's more friendly than anyone else. And we both like to eat people, so we always have something to talk about.
Bought a boxcar fulla pine cones. Gonna dipem all in chocolate. The kids around here will lovem. Only cost me $48,000 so far.
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Me? Feeling more slippery and slithery than usual.
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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
