Posted 6:19 PM by Alfred

peep me over at joe’s place, yo. And then, like, come back and get some chicken.

Ok, are you back now? Like, um, really back? For the flack attack? Ok not for that.

So anyway, don’t expect any expectations out of possibly expecting something in the mail on Tuesday. Or was it Thursday? Damn I can’t remember. So like the jurk storr DID call on Wednesday or dammitall was it Monday. Um, yah, so, hi, you, right there. You’re the last reader on a price is right. Come on down here after sitting through all that filtering process and let me impart to you the only information of any way shape form in all legal and or ethical parameters is the following ideally phrased coefficient: meaningful stuff can only be attained by heartfeltfully listening to with unbelievable rapture the latest video by avril lavigne. Ok? Go. Go listen to it. in fact, please close this blog and go seek it out right now. It’s the only way, to really impart to you the ultimate wisdom.

Hmmm dee deee dee dummm deee dummm, mmm, ok, um, there you are you came back. Oh no you didn’t, I’m making you up? Oh isn’t that just so cute little cerebellum, making up a fake identity that my alternate identity refuses to believe is real. that will trick even the last participant in the non compulsory activity. We just want to make it very clear that all personnel in this effort are willfully urged to contact their urgent care practitioner for the finest possibly ottainable medical advice, sanctioned by at least three states of the union.

Lull. Lull in the battle of the mind of one miscast refugee from some interwordly land where hard effort and wherewithalls are met with screams of derision if not outright laughter. A solemn acre on which fortunes are won and squandered, except not by this lonesome lad from the lock, no no no no no and no again. He toils and climbs the ladder of alderon only to find up at the top a big ol toilet training manual advocating changing diapers right out the gate, with on, uh, shit, fuck, fucked that all up, I meant to say, the theory about how you should just have kids go to the toilet from the time they’re born. No diaper style. Like training your cat to go to the bathroom, but it’s really your kid instead, and they make a few messes, um, I mean, you prolly make a special little toilet for them so they can craperoooo.

---