Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Spinnaker for your desire, old codger

Business is business, volunteered or not. Crustacean woes through geopolitical disaster. Curmudgeon paste notwithstanding, through and through we're largely inculcated with post modern, albeit trust fund vomit inducing rebel hardy tax fraud measures. If one spurns sprung springer sprints, I'm likely to return unabashedly as a thread wolf. (We don't talk about that relative anymore, Theresa Fräulein. Insurance is too high for even her majestic ghazal phenom. Char broiled, lemon nugget grief chips! Abcdefg can't get any easier for the 56 squadron leotard redistribution; hot wire the truth for each acceptable caulk fire. Unless you remove your hand from my thigh, I'm going to scream as if you only received a 5 dollar New york stock exchange gift card for Christmas. Please don't give me any attitude, Chaim. I'm already in debt up to my bandit crust and wool chrome is at an all time low. Bind all the terrace jugglet's - I ain't playin' no MO and thy kingdom will come on Earth as it is in heaven. Turtle shaped pause buttons bring in the new world order as long as you allow the whiteboard prophecies to christen bagel bite CEOS with fervor. 404 error, please invert 45 seconds for a nation.

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Harsh bread from harsh undercarriage

Captive audience


Won't you listen intently? Reign for whatever period you need. Slowly, then capstone... grinching Dumbledore vicegrips; storming congress thatcher fracases. Charming, really - torn apart from, erstwhile, bagged terminus spellers. Waterway unknown, wretched gumpire hybrids seek retribution through September. Hall bake, crypt spanks, and three chocolate covered sarcasm mumblers. Intrigue will make this work, Hannah, which means several of your allies need to batten down the hatches. Jimmy Choo, the Renaissance plywood , the damned.

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Tyrant aarp spokesman, registered to win all the moneys and stuff

Gung-ho spinnaker thorn brushers are tumbling humble hicks on death's door. If you've ever trusted in grandpa mush, you've experienced the Leroy Frisbee effect, which renders all females powerless in the way of hillshire farms deli meat coupons and penny pinching endeavors. Tournament style Clipart trading card festivals seeming to dwindle in the midwest, spotlicking terminal bungalows have picked up the slack and are in it for the long haul; hashtag "I am pleading innocent" and ampersands and such... whistle android here, cat call the porous cheese knife there, and mix it all together for a concert human that I can only imagine would be nothing short of Herbert hoover quality. Connections? Forcibly wrestle all reason to the ground and mock it in a manner worthy of Lucille Ball in her epic meltdown during the tonsillectomy of Cheech and Chong. Employment may ensue.

Friday, May 8, 2015

Death from Above: a memoir

Every so often, I like to just nibble on the corner of a cardboard box to let it know who's in charge. Don't ask me, 'cause that ship has sailed. A bird in foot is worth six in the sash case. Lord over the Harriet Tubman cream for sore and condescending cankles - you've already used over half of the tube. Remember that time when we jumped through the portal of sarcasm to the dimension of pain and suffering? Spaghettification ? Bull crap. Never trusting Tyson again. Unless.... we reconfigure all heroic histories to the same frequency: that of complete and utter Huey Lewis domination.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

studs terkel would be proud

Creflo Dollar, are you here? I left my Glade plugged in and there's nobody to redden trespassers through monogamous retrofitting and sundry divebombs. Fresheners for fedoras, he seems to be the best we've ever seen. How is This information received in respect to thuggery,  when ardent films kill no hussy vinegar sticks? Beats me... beats wife. Finish assignment or end up in electric chair.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

ferFpo. Inside job of the century. Pinterest Junkie heaven, commence.

Tread upon steely waters, fender-bender mastadon man. Tour the country and come to rest so that each breadth of each hair can easily be detailed with butter knife precision. Heresy is awfully close to Hearsay, but  have completely different definitions. Compromise? Toast the mustache world record holders with their respective favorite condiment and call it a day. Won't have another chance; get it right before King Donut seals the deal with AMOCO - Pfft like thats even a registered cop-out in time for microwave season. What we need is a complete overhaul of protocol. Turn each standard upside down until we are left staring at the sky wondering why we haven't hit the ground yet. Ervington Harris ! Bereaved Tanagers spill henceforth , coming through the desperate , grasping fists of hobbit chasers like baked Gak. Spills all over the ground. No one to clean it up except some... janitor.... from floor eleven at the 120 year old dentist's office.

Friday, October 7, 2011

For timbone fisher; the manifestation of the manifested manifesto

Jinny binny boo boo bronnald mcFronald shucker tripping gunder shockers holdin back smokin the fuschia diaper coefficients smolder! Run run run run run run kipper the friend, kipper befriend, befriend! befriend moses and therapeutic washburn gumball hushertons. Lisp crux . Montpelier swingset on wooden horticulturist soup. Hooray! Take out the grabbage , the amount of grabbed garbage. Paradoxical inceptions of vroom tasters all circling together for a brownie and s'more festival. FESTIVAL, right. FESTIVAL. Unbelievable assumptions. Nobody foresaw the Bunk protesters' cessation of jungle wafflehouse production.