Life in the temperate zone...

Hah! Your mom was past her prime when you snapped that pic, but she could sure slam down the vodka and orange juice. She wore wool socks in the winter, to keep her nipples warm. Always complaining about carpet burns on her nipples; I told her to quit doing it doggy style. She said that it was from the rough, commercial grade carpeting at the topless bar she worked at.

Well, the rabbit kindled yesterday, in the wee hours of the morning. Six kits, alive and well... a seventh one born this morning, stillborn. That happens, sometimes. Still, she did great for her first litter. I celebrated the occasion by looking online for a new hasenpfeffer recipe. The wife called me a sick bastard, but that's not unusual, either.

Raining today. How goes it up there in the Far North... the hinterlands... the desolate wastelands of Ohio... last bastion of loony fucktards? Are you still splashing toxic chemicals on the root systems of unsuspecting trees, or have you gone back to beating up homeless drunks in the back alleys for their cheap wine and hand-rolled cigarettes?
 
Yeah she's a mean old broad, God love her. Still shakin dat moneymaker to this day.

The trees seem to enjoy my weird cocktails, perhaps more than than the glorified chemical salt water that many pump into the ground in the autumn or spring...

Just trying to get through the heat and torrential downpours of this summer. Almost 5" of rain one day this month. Way ahead for a July but it feels like southeast Asian jungles to work in most days. Soaking clothes with sweat a 9am has been normal.

Gotta reinforce my bamboo prison for the tomatoes tonight. They're growin like weeds despite no direct sun til 2 or so.

What the hell would be interested in my hummingbird feeder at night? Gets emptied every damn night and the Centauria below seems to not enjoy a nightly sugar water bath.
Racoons?
Possums?
Skunk?

Whatever the critter, it has to be able to climb the cedar fence around the hot tub to get at the feeder while hangin 10 off the side to get at it.
 
The homeless winos were slaughtered along with all the wood nymphs when you unleashed the warrior goddess not so long ago. Resorted to buying my smokes again. Damn bloody shame.
 
JD3000 said:
...it feels like southeast Asian jungles to work in most days. Soaking clothes with sweat a 9am has been normal.
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Same here. It's downright torturous.

JD3000 said:
What the hell would be interested in my hummingbird feeder at night?
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Bats and raccoons are the only thing I can think of that would drink that sugar water.

JD3000 said:
...slaughtered along with all the wood nymphs when you unleashed the warrior goddess...
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I should never have told you about her. You wank-'n'-watch types are always blabbing about your nefarious, nocturnal adventures with no regard for the feelings of an honest, Goddess-fearing, working man out for a cheap thrill. I may have taken a little license with those introspective adjectives, but still... I'm a sensitive person. I've got feelings, too, you know. When it's convenient.
 
Blood everywhere and then she salted the earth. Woopsie.

Yeah it was a regular Wanktoberfest out in the woods where the nymphs used to run and jump and be merry.
 
Found at a prayer garden near the playground. My kids go to this church's preschool.
 

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Still going with the smoked banana peels with a beer chaser.

How Effed is this???
I see the H and synthetic opiod issues all over the news but to find this shit where I did is baffling. It's not my church but the boys do go to school there. Pastor and principle will be informed in the am.

Messed up shit.
 
And to leave that shit laying around like that...

Must be Born Again Art Deco Hipster Slob Meditation Junkies invading the heartland's prayer gardens and better neighborhoods. This could be bigger than global warming or billions of illegal immigrants voting to make the Cartoon Channel free and reduce the paperwork required for Taco Truck permits.
 
Its even bigger than orange babboons grabbing helpless kittens on television or free vintage typewriters at the organic coffeshop.

These junkies are everywhere apparently. I'm in a decent burb too.
 
Luckily, they're not nearly as cute as this when the time comes for the bad things to commence. But, once I put on the clown suit and get roaring drunk, their fate is sealed.
 
Jeff!!!
What's wrong with Mr. Bunbun?!?!?!?
He's not moving! He was just running, jumping, and being merry...

It's the Wood Nymphs all over again...

To Hell with it, heat the pan with butter and garlic... Deglaze with white wine.
 
It's surprising that someone with your fertile imagination and grasp of correct usage of the language would stick around that long. I mean, you haven't devolved to the point of making sick inuendos or obscene inferences about my... oh, wait... never mind all that. You've adapted. I can stop worrying about the possibility of you leaving us for an important cabinet post in the current administration. That would require a severe dumbing down possible only with the most expensive drugs, or an 8-lb. sledge hammer.
 
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