Well, kinda.


It was Absomphe not Boggy!

AssWhooph is back
on the sauce and
is apparently having
"moments" again.

I happen to have drunk too few bourbons to form an educated opinion. After all, I am just a stoopid dipxjit. And yes, Assstomp's is my puppet.

Use the poopet
to make points
you want clear,
then.

I just think most bourbon barrel aged brews are no big fuckin' deal, and taste too much like bourbon, and not enough like the ales they're supposed to taste like...they've got no finesse.

Which is prolly why they'd be such big favorites around this joint.

We are the heavy handed here, not the booze.

I may have hung out with Bater a few times, butt that doesn't mean I'm seasoned enough to handle a pole up my arse, Boggy.

If it was Bater,
how'd you know
unless he said-
"Yeah, it's in,
trust me."

He did, and, I didn't.

Only Bater's ego is big enough to make him think anyone could mistake his xoe for his "manhood".

He's a little fucker.

His xoes are tiny too.

And have Buster Brown
in 'em.

I didn't know they made clownvogs, butt with a name like Bust'er Brown, it wood figger.

Prezactly!

Said another stoopid dipxjit.

You forgot that adding
"neener neener neener"
makes it more cleverer,
bro'.

Did not want to confuse him too much.

Severities should be dealt out all at once, so that their suddenness may give less offense; benefits ought to be handed ought drop by drop, so that they may be relished the more.

Thus sayeth the Lord™.

Indeed™! The genuine Lord of Diplomacy-Machiavelli

He had more
scruples than
the current
Lard.

The Lard has scruples?

Where does he hide them?

Prolly up his
lard ass, where
there's copious
space.

The fake vanilla extract and wood flavoured syrup makes it the classic it is! (I got suxxered into buying it too...)

What part of
AnusHigher Bush
did you not
understand?

Didn't see that till after I got suxxered, tasted tit...

Caveat
Fucktard.

At least it was on cle(a)rance...butt still more spensive than Rainier...

Rainier is worth
exactly what it
costs and it is
exactly what it
is.

Grate while jogging down the beach on a hot summer day!

Unlike (and quite opposite of) anything that LDF sells...

G+C + jogging=
+

I never said how fast.

Yeah, that
sand'll slow
a jockey down.

Six pack in one hand and folding chair in the other.

Were you expecting a land speed record?

Slog does not
equate to jog.

Perhaps in your dictionary.

I live a less
relaxed metabolic
rate than yerself.

That's what all the death's head anorexics say.

That, and "You're all gonna die!"

I have a gut
these days.

I've accelerated
my demise through
caloric intake.

Guests coming over for a New Year's celebration. RL pounding on the door. I'm drinking coffee with a little Clamsinthe trying to feel like entertaining.

A little more
+
a little more
will do the
trick if'n you
aren't in the
mood yet.

A little more
past that
and you won't
give 1/2 a fuck.

I'm not -- rough day butt I'm workin' on it.

Xit!

I was wondering where mine went.

Thanks!

Yours?

Look behind
yerself.

I'm cooking for a family get-to-gether tomorrow.

Four trays of Enchaladas done.

Three mole sauces simmering.

Tamales ( working on the filling now).

Flan done.

I don't know what else I'll make.

Had a glass of absinthe earlier, and now I'm on to drinking Belgian style beer. I've got five fermenters bubbling away.

Not much else going on.

Workaholic.

Spucky's actually
doing all that in
his sleep.

Trying to breathe some life into some 5 year old Frankie Guy:

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It'd be really
cool if we could
see it, I bet.

Tesla Coils kick ass.

Um, yes.

But I bet'd be
really cool if
we could see
what it is.