Never go anywhere without a fox in your pocket.
Cookies and pie — I'm not a nice guy.
Gin and vermouth — I'm much more uncouth.
Crackers and meat — I've got ten long feet.
Cheese and some yeast — I dance like a beast.
Rumble and thump — someone's taking a dump.
(And so it's time we should leave.)
I took Bob, my emotional support animal to a city council meeting and he ate the mayor. That's exactly what I call support, Bob, right when a guy needs some. (Bob's a tiger.)
Of all the small animals I've seen running loose this week, I believe the most amusing has been your son, even with no tail.
Have anything worth adding? Then try sosayseff@gmail.com
Me? Recently appointed most disappointing.
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
