I don't think he's here looking for hugs.

RIMMY!!!!!!!!


shush dinky,

i'm a huggy bear

Does your grappa still taste like Depends?

YES!

do you still bang jailbait and wear pointy white shoes?

Viddy the shoes I wore for my recent wedding to a girl 10 years younger than me for the answer:

CONGRATS!

so who's the lucky lad?

someone who fancies skinny longhairs with sweet sweet™ i gather?

I ain't that skinny.

But I'm still in possession of da sweet sweet™!

um, no.

somebody else is in possesion.

i been married too.


so how fat are you now?

It's only been a few weeks, give it time, he'll be a virgin too.

how YOU been Jirk?

Oh, yeah. Forgot.

My balls as well.



155 & growing.

jesus, pretty soon you won't be able to find clothes in the children's section any more!!!!1

of course i'm sure you'll still "visit"

It's the smell that keeps me comin' back...

Still sliding down hill. Went from creating diamond and gold jewels to digging in the dirt in just a few short years. Plenty of time to jerk off these days though, cept for the job, I actually had to get a job.
Fuckin' apocolypse.
On the bright side, I have a website, I'm selling good herbs and I just revived my Artemis Grille and put it on there too. Artemis Grille It nearly died a violent death at the hands of a pin headed hack.
Other than that, the high point lately was seeing you, Abby and Bognoz all on the same page here.

I love my Artemis Grille.

jirk,

work at getting to a better place.

if there's one thing worth doing,

it's that.

walk the path and find it.

Your path seems to be bringing you back to this xithole.

Your path seems to be bringing you back to this xithole.


Might as well have a drink.


Push in your stool?

gotsta remember where you been to know where you goin.

ya repeatin fuck.

I'd rather not dwell on either.

that's why drive-bys are effective.

donae want ta be a cellar dweller

I don't remember much.
Never sober enuff
to let it bother me, though.

livin' on Grappa and Peas?

depends.

Live by the drink or

Live by the drink.

Or was that:
Drink to live?

Can't remember

i'll take the second one.

although the lake effect snow's a bitch.

I s'know a bitch.

takes one.

I s'know,
dahlink.

I s'know,
dahlink.

Shit.

Leaves two.

number?

Sherlock?

twat, son

Cunning linguist
arencha?

I'm open for suggestions.

stunt, too



i'm opened by suggestiveness.

I learned the hard way what that meant, now I'm trying to forget.

I grew up with the lake effect.
Even when I'm frigid I'm wet.

Did someone really mention Grappa and Peas?

Faded, dark, and musty, like a cellar, a dungeon, in Cheyenne, the memories of grappa and peas return me to this place. The grappa, with its earthy flavor, reminding me of the soil I grabbed as I screamed screams unheard. Peas, rolling beneath my fingers like the gravel picked so delicately from the walls that kept me from my soul's release, my scent, my drink...

Freedom, let it be a glass of the emerald green or the coldest bleu, the sense of acheivement or of safety and content, in any case freedom is the taste that trickles down one's throat, giving reprieve from the evils surrounding them, if even for a minute, a second...

A return to this place gives me a hint of such taste, of memories gone, of freedom's stripped on my eastward trip...

... and there we were, hoping you were dead.

The basement door is always open.

Sounds like CrissyPuss is back.

He can't die.

He's a puppet I created to make you think of most of my posts as completely normal by comparison.