… back of my neck getting burned and gritty. It finally quit raining here in Bibleburg and zango! Just like that we’re in the 90s. You know it’s hot when you ask Turkish whether he wants to go outside and he gives you that blue-eyed are-you-fucking-kidding-me look and stalks off for a daylong nap in our bed, under the ceiling fan. I had to run the sprinklers for an hour this morning to keep the lawn from catching fire.
The two or three of you who follow the action here at Mad Blog Media may recall that a sawbones clipped a seborrheic keratosis off my mug a while back and sent it off to the wizards for processing. Word is that the booger was non-cancerous and thus the only physical ailment afflicting Your Humble Narrator is a wicked case of butt-ugly, which as we all know goes from the skin right down to the bone.
No rubber bracelets for that one; sorry. Maybe I should contract with a Chinese outfit to crank out a few jillion LiveUgly® bracelets and sell the sumbitches through Wal-Mart. Talk about your target market.
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Good to here that. Besides, you can’t croak any time soon. Heaven won’t take you and Hell’s afraid you’ll lower property values.
Gladdened to hear that we will be able to urge you on to new levels of rantingness for the foreseeable future.
The Tour and a stable supply of POG blogs, what could be better?
We’ll buy your rubbers.What ever the curse. Just don’t make it yellow.
Make ’em black with inset letters: WWPO’GD?
Great news! The big C ain’t a barrel of monkeys…or McNamaras for what it’s worth. Now give ’em hell, Patrick!
The Zoester cat is also affected by the heat. Here’s a before/after look:
http://fischer-wade.net/It%20is%20so%20hot/album/slides/howhot1.html
Good to hear it was just another ugly wart presaging old age. Back in Hawaii, we lab rats dealt with these things ourselves using a little liquid nitrogen on a cotton ball. Here at a government lab, such ideas are an anathema to our so-called safety culture. Only way we are able to kill or maim ourselves or each other with impunity is to run each other down in our cars.
http://labikes.blogspot.com/2009/06/cyclist-hit-on-w-jemez.html
LiveUgly® bracelets,I’ll take two.
A friend told me as you age barnacles start to grow on you, welcome to geezer age
Jeff: I’m guessing the second W is for “wouldn’t.”
And the D is for drink?
I think the local walmart screens the cashier applicants on a scale of 1-10. Sure, they hire anyone, but only the 1s and 2s get to run the tills. Anything better is in the back. My local Target, on the other hand, displays the hotties up front, where their talents can be seen by old leches like me. I think you know where I shop. God news on the negative C-test. I couldn’t go through another Micheal Jackson-like media circus.