home of the feral government
or congress, az...
my home away from home
my home away from home
the more things change the more they stay the same
rush has a song where they sing that in french
perhaps because they're canadian...
let me tell ya what happened
"are you getting up daffy duck?"
my wife asks as I shake the cobwebs inside my head clear
it never works
it never works
apparently I was overhung somehow
>15 beers a half dozen shots of whikky will do that to ya
half dozen tokes of hash as well...shhhh!
fly fishing's ugly secret raises its head again
welomed a cub into the az cane rodbuilding society
and he stepped into grad school
both feet first and didn't even pinch his nose
though perhaps he should have
or his ears
I talked a lotta shit
not shit talking but shit quality
we turned up some truly lovely pieces of claro walnut
I think shaxy's gonna give it the tru-oil loving
this morning once I found my whikky and hash I turnt a couple pieces
generic brazilian and bubinga
still gotta bring the bubinga down to size
it has nice potential though
sorry no pics
forgot my camera on the gov't floor
got distracted about getting a weed card or something
wheres's my weed card?
3 comments:
I enjoyed this for what it's worth. I think you mean the instead of he cobwebs inside my head?
you know about typos. they happen.
the day was epic or righteous..the write-up pretty much sucked.
I think it's shit.
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