Live from Kenmore, WA.

Live from the corner of a cardboard box on Colfax Avenue,
Flying Dog Combo Box, with none of their porter's in it for some damned reason. Right now drinking an in-heat wheat. Most of their beers are a bit hoppy for my taste. But then again, some say I'm a bit hoppy for their taste.

Back to coffee and water,
separately, on a 'cuz a
little goes too far w/me.

So what, exactly, do you
use to make yr coffee?

Or are you eating beans
the Easter bunny left?

So that's who left 'em.

'ceptin they're not
beans.

Not even wee
chocolick eggs.

Cow xit imported by InterCunt?

Breakfast of champions.

I woke up at 1am, in my bed, with no recollection of getting there (and no my ass didn't hurt). I must have started too early.
You know I'm REALLLLY shifhoused if I don't even make it in here.

Find yr wallet yet?

Boggy Pastis twice, followed with Boggy Ponti, then arak and topped w/Vdt'2007. Surprisingly, I feel the most of secondfairies are delivered by arak and vdt, I have to figger out what is in Jdoudna that works the same as in vdt.

And now HellBitch-the only drinkable, enjoyable CO nowadays. That citrus note is fantastic.

The citrus note is
precisely right.

Prolly cuts through
the wombat
love juice and tansy
Bog-bother.

HellBitch wuz fer dessert.

You'll be back for
sloppy seconds
on the wombat juice.

There is a competition to rename verte de tanacetum? Profiteers™ asked ya to join in? Ya servant!

Pearls from the
pickler Polisher.

Make a label and I will tell if it is approved or not. Or not™.

Heck, I'll just deck you
out in a fancy round-
the-neck ribbon.

After all, yr the
wiener.

Er, pickle.

I mean the
award winner.

W/us all comin'
in last because
of it.

release the hounds

Lush Life followed by Helfrich verte,


Ford's in his fliver and all's well with the world.

A generous soul sent me a bottle of Pontalier, first absinthe I've had in over a month.

Checkin' what has been cooked yesterday.

If only you could cook . . .





but then, we pinheads are all thumbs in the kitchen.

If only you could post sumthin' relevant...

Zip's posts are wisest on the board.

It's all in the shape of the head.

Git yer ass over here to Texas and I'll send you home with a big ole bottle.

The same goes for the rest of ya.

And even a Pinhead knows good cooking from bad!

A bottle? I'd settle with a wee touch of Lemon Balm...

P.S. - Kirk, I've made good by you this past week, you just don't know it yet.

A glass of that Ole Chandérys to hold me over...

Would that be lemon balm or Melissa?

I sure miss Melissa.

Life just ain't the same without her.

OK you guys.
I will try to get the packages sent out in the next couple of days.

You planning a party anytime soon? I've been itching to get out of this state, and I got a friend or two in Texas I've been meaning to visit.

No need to put me on
yr mailing list.

I'll take your
everyone's word on it.

As if I wuz ever willin' to send ya anythin' or anyone else from that "everyone" bunch.

I tried to enjoy something
I've found to be enjoyable
but tonight it tasted soapy.

Damn you, Hellbitch.

It is deterioration of yer brain that causes such an impression, Hellbitch is not soapy. Have sum Reality, it wood help.

Never sd I was
drinkin' Hellbitch.

Um, Tits, he didn't say that Hellbitch is soapy.
Of course it's all my fault but Hellbitch isn't soapy.

I wood never blame ya. What is yer fault? I know that Hellbitch isn't soapy, it is just Buggy stirrin' up sum mess with yer extrait.

Watching the rape seed grow. I enjoy the process though.