Mom said I could eat pig today, so I'm going for it.
Last night Mom called me a turd, when I really wanted a taxi.
Found Mom hiding in the fern again. The rustling sounds gave her away, as well as the farts.
Mom called me a poopy head. It arrived by drone in time for my birthday party.
Mom said don't play in the street, so now I only have sex there.
It's OK though — If it wasn't for Mom, I probably would never have been born.
Have anything worth adding? Then try sosayseff@gmail.com
Me? Still wary around ferns.
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
