I remember that, giant beers available every three steps and zero public toilets. my nephew who was drinking stepped into an alley to piss and pissed so much and for so long I looked down and it was hitting my shoes twenty feet away from him.
Baby Goat PJ Party!
-
We can all agree that baby goats are cute. But what's even cuter is when
those baby goats are hopping and frolicking around. It only gets better
when it'...
The Pets of MPS
-
A Palate Cleanser of the Evening Scissorhead Mr. Blair writes to let us
know that his beloved cat of 15 years, Samone has left us. She was such a
fine cat ...
Merry Christmas! We Got You Some Fauxmosexuals!
-
Happy holidays, everyone. People seemed to enjoy last year's riff of D.W.
Griffith's 1909 silent melodrama, *A Trap for Santa*, so we did it again,
with ...
The Blind Leading The Blind
-
Nameless despair is man’s only reward for living and toiling under the
temporal sun of mortal existence. Am I right?
The post The Blind Leading The Blind...
Common Threads
-
As part of my October Halloween/Samhain indulgences, I listened to an
Audible version of American Witches - A Broomstick Tour Through Four
Centuries by ...
-
Sorry, friends, for not getting back to my blog writing place sooner. More
Ian Welsh goodness today. Everyone should signup at his site so they don't
miss ...
apologies for my absence
-
skippy, his co-bloggers and his followers are among my favorite people in
the world. real life has been challenging for me these last few years but i
got m...
What I Did For Love
-
When my daughter was born, the paternal instincts kicked in. I feared for
her safety. It became my responsibility to protect her and to provide for
her and...
I remember that, giant beers available every three steps and zero public toilets. my nephew who was drinking stepped into an alley to piss and pissed so much and for so long I looked down and it was hitting my shoes twenty feet away from him.
ReplyDelete