Giant German
back bars are
as sexy as
sexy getz.

Eating a "Tickler"
is just Loogie's
speed.

Which is 20 over posted.

I'm such a sexy
dancer the lezzers
and hipsters laughed
at me.

Not that I'm not
used to that.

And in a
place called:
The CuntFlap.

Nobody on the nod
like the 1st time
Pussy brought me
there.

Off the look
at glass flora
in bit.

Looks like my
kissin' cousin
ain't gonna put
out this trip.

Yeah, well...

Big, big love and
thanks to every-
fuckin' body so
far, this has been
and meant a great
deal to me.

Seriously.

What are you thanking me for? You paid for lunch.
Thank you!

Got text message about burning some Lucid in a bar in Beantown...

Tried to call back. Prolly should have called 911.

The Mayor was nice enough to grace us with a phone call...

And an encouraging image!!!

CEL-Eh-BRATE GOOD TIMES!
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Serpis brings people together.

Awww.

I managed to
break the oldest
heating system
in Cyntown last
night.

On the up side,
there will be a
new heating
system in Pussy
manor.

I enjoyed the
phone call to
the former largest
state in the union.

Who the fuck
is Beth?

Here's the deceased heater:

...

...

Kissin' cuz Cindy
here soon.

There is much up
in the proverbial
air.

You're fucking lucky that heater didn't blow and take out the whole block.

He's still hoping Kissin' cuz Cindy will.

I met my unknown
to me and her non-
kissin' cousin Cindy
yesterday.

Freakily parallel
lives. From Mitten
to Mass.

Can I get some fresh-ground pepper on that word salad?

Someone I know is never going to live that picture down.

A study in sausage.

Eek!

...

Trust me there are better ones...

Where?

There...

They should be here.

Final hours Up North
in Da Mitten are nigh.

Off to Lanzing to give
Vlad to my fuckhead of
a brother, then off to
the Home of Amway
to hang out w/Postal Lee
for a couple dayz and
finally, finally, finally flying home
on the 31st.

If you don't pass out at the airport.

Dropped the car off
and got back to
GR and had a 'za
and some beer before
the blizzard hit.

Temp dropped like
Grim's pants at the
Westminster dog xow.

You xure know how to make a frigid
scene sound likes it's really hot.

It's how I chill.

Final leg of the
road trip-
Northwest #9609,
which xows up
as a Delta flight
depending on
where you look,
operated by Atlantic
Southeast (which
doesn't xow up
anywhere) on a
CanuckyFuckyLandir Regional Jet.

And I get to
sit in ATL for
about 3 hours
afore the final
45 minute hump
home.

Seems the Mayor missed hiz plane . . . .

---™

Not all my fault this time.

My ride took a wrong turn.
Construction at the airport.
None of my itinerary said it
was a Delta flight, but it was,
and I wasted time at the
Northwest counter.
They took off 5 minutes early.

Next flight delayed
1 hr. 25 minutes.

Final flight canceled.

Ended up having
Peeps pick me up
in Jaxon(off)ville
about 1 am.