( dances to twelve monkies soundtrack ) - thats right bitches it came in. and oh my oh my oh my, talk about a background dilly - it almost makes me want to play poker. HOWEVER - it seems I am cancelling poker this weekend ( you could show up but uh - I probably wont be there ) - dooba dooba doo - one of the silly reasons that I am not avidly up-and-at'em about being happy is, I've realised IM A REALLY BIG ASS when Im in a good mood. I just generally tend to be more-of-an-ass than I am. My feet stink. BOY OH BOY do they god-damned well stink, I worked a lot today at work, feeding papaya boxes - heavy - oi oi oi , saw Jesse ( JESSE SHOULD POST SOME BOX-FACTORY RELATED STORIES ON THE BOARD ) - in fact, I will tell him that. Foreman was getting desperate to the point that " volenteer work " for this weekend actually came to me - they were still looking for people after me when I told them to go fuck off, I've already got 20 hours overtime, I dont need 32. So guess what - Jesse will probaly get mandatory overtime - hope he didnt have plans. I feel like a blowjob at the moment, and that is odd because normally I dont exactly feel all that sexual - but damnit, I could damn well go for some head-bobbing excitement. Hum. Continuing on - I got a great idea for the board and might work on it this sunday - if not next weekend - if not sometime when I get the chance. Hooo doggies. It will be somewhat like the last layout but ... well -- you'll see. Where the hell is zach-o? EVEN MIKE IS BACK, that crazy psychotic looney-bin drug-popping foon, oh shit - I kept it bold all this time? ITS STILL BOLD?! - and Jeff is posting and Jimmoi is posting. Hmm. Maybe zacho is dead. but anywhey - whey? whey whey, curds and whey - drink'em down miss muffet - I try to hit birds when I pass them on the road but they are too quick and they fly out of the way and I say : " DAMNIT " to myself and continue going 88 miles per hour in a thirty five mile per hour zone. Im dancing again. Boom da da boom da da boom da da boom - my feet really stink - but that is life when you work at a box factory - the house is empty and I think I will have to play pornography really loud and open my windows so that all the old ladies who walk by with doggies who shit in my yard will pass by the house and hear : " OH YEAH FUCK ME IN THE ASS< OH YEAH I LOVE YOUR FAT COCK UUUUUNNNGG " - and maybe they'll mention me in the OHHA MEETING - which stands for Oakview Heights ( where I live ) House Association and well, MEETING stands for MEETING - and they'll say " WE DONT WANT THAT PORNO BOY IN THE NEIGHBOORHOOD " and they'll try to boot me out but I'll be like " TZA MOTHA FUKKAAAAAAAAS " - and speaking of tza I might get TZA|AZT tatooed on my chest - but the second Z would be backwards so that if you look at it in the mirror it would be the same. who rains trout? fuck off - dancin dancin. that is all.
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