September 25th, 2009

  • roybot

efflusive nutcraft

bzzzrt bzzzrt bzzzzzzrrrrrrt crunch, seems like yesterday i've forgotten i was shaving while attempting to brush my teeth while under the influence of rope. such things are h.app.instance of (2n)^16 and a side of mash these days. but really, qgoAtzlatl cnst, and i'm familiar with rope. 'cos you know me baby, i'm a touring machine. got to see it all chrn chrn chrn process --> results. that's how you take care of business in downtown spleenville. slam dat nougat -- skrtl. canst bedoogle duh fateful nutcraft. skiin' entropy slopes n the momentum of the perpetual rotovator.

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker
  • roybot

guadacanal in the deli

yo so i rolled up to the autodeli started dialin my shit up -- 3/4 ham, thin, add -- you know, that shit. then i see this option START WORLD WAR III, lol that must be some wiseass at the deli counter having a laugh with the autodeli's programming i thought. it's only $1/lb so i add a pound of START WORLD WAR III to the cart, just 'cos i wanted to see what they'd give me. then i cruise off and start huntin' n gatherin (discount jellies, discount tuna, discount cranberry juices) and i hear the intercom -- autodeli order #18, your order is ready -- so i wheel around and shuffle back to the deli zone -- but the deli zone is a warzone -- sausages everywhere -- deli men in helmets doing a GI crawl holding rounds of salami in their teeth -- so much roast beef juice -- the horror -- what have i done

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker