okidokey skinnimaroke...it's raining..it is now summer, nearly a year since I posted here and guess what? I found Bob Meints...good 'ol Bob Meints down the poopshoot on the tail end of wherever and whenever from however..still gotta ballhead and looking like a pingpongdriver at the pc...whipping it out..we had a very nice time together, once upon a time when he was still a 'male man', hehe...I guess thanks to the likes of the 'extraterrestrial interloper' that no doubt did in quite a few of us to make 'bots for little 'amalia'...ahemmm.. I clear my throat and don't try to comprehend because if you get to this blog..well, it's a moot point what in many toothpicks I am talking about..right? so...I use the blog today to clear the air and generate the referendum on the latest of many personal endeavors to which I account myself..the little town of Clallam Bay being what it is..not much and me living practically on top of the cog that won't compute in terms of good ol 'ami'..zeee offworlder with the children of the corn eyes..good thing I had the toots putt in when I did..shatshop...tankuberrymudge..popped up almost instantaneously after a week nadda when Dylan's dotter dincumbag..ah ha..DOS on the muscle there and there it is and I don't trust ADA anymore than I trust the housekeeper...well, computer speaking terms and all..that isn't what I wanted to say anyway, it being a relator code at best..to what has happened in real time in the last few days
item 1: good ol adobe workshop has a house like a trainwreck and an attitude like I gibb you forty dollah you ...well, you... ah..you did
item 2: workshop is going away to fine fish for five day be bag saturday mmhmmm..with turdytowsandollah for new truckiwucks he got order..an den..he call us tursday in morning..
item 3: he say da bow don't got no resin he never leb de harber..and de fish, well 'YamesYoyce' got no issue with the relator code (only guy who doesn't) hehe
so der goes turdytowsandollah to hymn and neveafew...and who ever else he say der a gooz on the docks does I wand it? huh? I say gib to Joe he say he will I hear joe today fall off the porch at wheel roe break his nose and herd his mowfff big time (he be 90 or more) and this workshop dude
gotta a stiff bag..don't like no BAGRUBS..no time
he BILL d fire
he gimme money to k.lien/40..so I owe him dat..I guez..was a rugged interview worthy of KimDune Sang or at least half of North Korea at least...sheesh..we watched some bares killing and scruggling one another for a bit las night and I use up my gasoline dribeing out der an bag..I tell ya..well...had had this thing about that person for a while and if I sound like he knocked a few of my marbles out of the bag it's because he was pretty abrupt in ways that were not understandable to me as I don't get to know him any better because right off the bat the bode has no bat tree..I got a bat under the shingles on the garage dude...you wann'em?? he's a cutte little bugger that bat...all stripey round the head like some kind of marvelous cheetah but only maybe a square inch of that sort of furr...anyway...kind of a disappointing second date with first date pimplette (gotta get on gotta get on...off to mag thirty tow san...an b.eye nutruc..oh that'd be Kim...I guess) so..what you here from the actress in challah.wd is a buncha hasbeenteenkits laying low in challah sticking toes in cold watter while General Grow commits the obviation factor in the trial runoffs courtesy of the aborted snafu which level sorted the brain mutancy of Richard Adms' book 'The Plague Dogs'...now that'll get you tarnished and burned with smears on your clothes yu just put onn...(now did dat get there that hype of shocklott frau.sting??))...goobers
so I wanners...I got this one quick look at the monkey tail..it was a plug that became a tobacco chewing receptacle about a day later or so...quickly worn and wandered..wow..how we is..what we is...and don't ask the undertaker he's busily reversing the tally scores on 'I lye'g''s my Martin Luthers...' or something...we don't know what yet but wheel fine out..we ill... I gotta think on it...how did I do watching little betty and her cubs take the hit from the big pythons in the stream? horrible...reminded me of Kayla and Joey and Lilly and even to know them as relatively close by being a thing that isn't...thanks to proximity of the Omars and such...wants to scratch their names off the blog but I don't.. there's something relatively human in all of this but probably it ain't me, I got the werking stobe, the Polish connection...the adams residence...the Michelina Haus..commandeered by swaziland to mitigate what the consequences of a bean casserole will acquaint the nostrils to, on a sunny day...yeah
it was Lennon John that came up with this goofy kidlike conversation and it just lilts along and says 'he strung my guitar but then he reasoned he should pluck it'...
so then he was through doing that and went back for another haircut and got acquainted with a big Billy in a small suit that toled him he should guaranty annesty to anyone prescribing the forfeiture of that giant spaceship my brother told me about that covered the metropolitan area of San Francisco as reported by Art Bell at 3 in the morning when day when Robert was listening closely
oh yeah I says...I can do 'er...so he builds this lovely warm fire but the bearskin has disappeared and instead we're watching it on the telly and they're eating mothers but he's too sore and old to think about what that might mean...(you lesbo you)
indeed 'she' shows up to even the score and had it run through a mocha cycle with a rip to columbine and fortesque and all the little dremlings in the dremmel patch as if it were a tool
not sure what that one meant but I hope you do...I canna resume watching and building the giant toadstool that succumbs to debenture in what was definitely an even score according to little koolaidie...
olmo..
so, I could go on but it makes me feel better already that I hadn't..I wondered and I watched for a while, kind of hcilly under the cubbers and then I says I ain't standing for that mudder getting her socks watched you hear me?? and I left
it at that
and he got himself a little scribbleI done 'I moose you'...a drawing because I thought he was at sea till saturday and he is back and making excuses for his sorry self as if there were a real person in there and it appears that their ain't (or those eagles flying around...did you ever see the one nest that there is? in front of the fine arts grounds in PA? quite a big too doo that thing,,so I brought home all the nesting materials since they like to flock here in big muttering droves..the bunch of 'em...they huge..well on the Hoh they huge)...so they gotta nest wherever they wann it...and the old punk band can drive in the shimlock and take a rest in the porterhouse whenever 'e wants...it'll still be splat...ahhhh
so no...we got introduced we got columbined..we didn't schleep or schleep togetters because he hadda get out of town and off to sea...but he dinnt cause the bat in the tree flew and he was bag and that's it..end of story disapppointed but I wrote a nice write here about shakey fingers that did finalize the cue score ahh..at a time when bots were answering funny comments about slaying grizzlies in alaska...I thought...I did get up close and yeah he bit me but he was kind of aenethstized somehow every wild animal in the forest was told to be haib up due to daddy wikeing dis gurl..(think so maybe)...can't align to my native resources...they not there in this wurl..I think that's the sadness part...ain't happening...never did (admit that)...well, you make it up...you makeup...was he ever going to suggest the casino and a weekend away...I dowd it..and I got brown frosting on my yakit...which is a white fleece..and I woulda never worn it today had I known...well now I know a lot more than I did when it was time to mow...and that being the case that was lovely and so was the carpenter element with the palestinian delay module acerbating every schphlunk there was (my stamp card for subway is no longer valid, duh...)
ok, so...as it stands he'll never be there again as far as I can tell because he came back from the beach and he was there and the sea harvest was a bust because he never got out of the port (and I haven't been for a ride on his boat)...so then I went into satsop mode and twigged up some of one of the trings...as I would cause I could because I did dat a while ago and I don't care how yellow is the whiteman (the yellow hairs) they still yellow through and through busting up what mighta been a good roman sssssss
as it were he canna talk more than a sentence about this that without it being a spittoon you can see the kind of evil dribble came out of the ancestors' mouths to talk about how they got gone...makes you want to rescind dannyt glubbers contrackt to be the bomb O...sometimes
get that perlized newt back in the jar...dig it
and that's hollywood as I know it today...
rain and laundry on the line two trucks pulling in and they can't use the can..well
lesseee it's b.ray(b) nuwerl..w/Pitt.Ashton/am.burr(whiled rose and so on Iconic and verbal and time to go homies
almost
I recken that's the way it is
although I was counting on cedar beams and I get this devastation
I was listening to casino tunes and dancing
and I was making my own pancakes (not raw but alone)
and he was talking about all the scene yore meals sevin daze a wig
and udderdendat the parking lot is still full of tourists and they gotta videocam of the sky staying gray and full of spring rain (it's may)
have to write...a burden, a grimace a shoehorn wistful and doubting it'll ever be real for me
just like that bumper "I found it and now my finger stinks) my mother thought it was awful
I said frainkly, remember when we were kids an one of us was always in puttee pants...and
that's how we'd twig to the process?
that's where I related to it
but then...I can't see him sitting on the one functional toilet, I can see him coming out of the shower
I can't see him talking other than to lecture me about the importance of being Ernest (grimes)
there is such a guy out there - idi's double..hehe..hope idi gets a load of this...he often wonders if emom can get it right enough to keep the hare from the hounds
sigh...a falulty grimace...the devil's daughter spies a pond below...
arnie busts through a shirtsleeve trying to tone it down
we welcome the event
kari.org
haha..such is it...I was so happy that it had happened and he had it...
he said..
so now I'm thinking he has had it because he's played every card except the keeler.profumo schnipe
and I had the grillin' beans for supper and walk around in the vague fumes of dispatch
later I rub my eyes against the harsh reality of the quantum
it belorgs me to be uppity on the marrow...I wander here lost without the solstance of my weekly sojourn in these parts as if for never I could equate to being justice and light with the bandana of the morbid as the defeater of my cause...he'd be pardoned sure enough if he were only to wonder what it was that made him do that in the first place
'we got to set this up right' I never said because I always it just to happen
and so it did
he's going to level his lot and grabble it up and there's going to be no trees anywhere but in the picture books and the ones I draw..why do you want to mow?
get it grabbled
and be sure you don't inference how you feel about anyting because the hammer coming down isn't the one Picasso uses..no way Jose
nope...it's not about that...it's about my werd is yer were and Blue Duck(goose) is my name
I guess you were married to the bastard and he finally shit you out....hmmm
so that's that
in a nutshell you're running around with the lame one's blood in your veins for the moment..having vouchsafed the blind scar for a routine made in Bimini...
ah to where I was..
and I walked toute suite to the exit sign with the comment you gotta mobious yer t.rug
item 1: good ol adobe workshop has a house like a trainwreck and an attitude like I gibb you forty dollah you ...well, you... ah..you did
item 2: workshop is going away to fine fish for five day be bag saturday mmhmmm..with turdytowsandollah for new truckiwucks he got order..an den..he call us tursday in morning..
item 3: he say da bow don't got no resin he never leb de harber..and de fish, well 'YamesYoyce' got no issue with the relator code (only guy who doesn't) hehe
so der goes turdytowsandollah to hymn and neveafew...and who ever else he say der a gooz on the docks does I wand it? huh? I say gib to Joe he say he will I hear joe today fall off the porch at wheel roe break his nose and herd his mowfff big time (he be 90 or more) and this workshop dude
gotta a stiff bag..don't like no BAGRUBS..no time
he BILL d fire
he gimme money to k.lien/40..so I owe him dat..I guez..was a rugged interview worthy of KimDune Sang or at least half of North Korea at least...sheesh..we watched some bares killing and scruggling one another for a bit las night and I use up my gasoline dribeing out der an bag..I tell ya..well...had had this thing about that person for a while and if I sound like he knocked a few of my marbles out of the bag it's because he was pretty abrupt in ways that were not understandable to me as I don't get to know him any better because right off the bat the bode has no bat tree..I got a bat under the shingles on the garage dude...you wann'em?? he's a cutte little bugger that bat...all stripey round the head like some kind of marvelous cheetah but only maybe a square inch of that sort of furr...anyway...kind of a disappointing second date with first date pimplette (gotta get on gotta get on...off to mag thirty tow san...an b.eye nutruc..oh that'd be Kim...I guess) so..what you here from the actress in challah.wd is a buncha hasbeenteenkits laying low in challah sticking toes in cold watter while General Grow commits the obviation factor in the trial runoffs courtesy of the aborted snafu which level sorted the brain mutancy of Richard Adms' book 'The Plague Dogs'...now that'll get you tarnished and burned with smears on your clothes yu just put onn...(now did dat get there that hype of shocklott frau.sting??))...goobers
so I wanners...I got this one quick look at the monkey tail..it was a plug that became a tobacco chewing receptacle about a day later or so...quickly worn and wandered..wow..how we is..what we is...and don't ask the undertaker he's busily reversing the tally scores on 'I lye'g''s my Martin Luthers...' or something...we don't know what yet but wheel fine out..we ill... I gotta think on it...how did I do watching little betty and her cubs take the hit from the big pythons in the stream? horrible...reminded me of Kayla and Joey and Lilly and even to know them as relatively close by being a thing that isn't...thanks to proximity of the Omars and such...wants to scratch their names off the blog but I don't.. there's something relatively human in all of this but probably it ain't me, I got the werking stobe, the Polish connection...the adams residence...the Michelina Haus..commandeered by swaziland to mitigate what the consequences of a bean casserole will acquaint the nostrils to, on a sunny day...yeah
it was Lennon John that came up with this goofy kidlike conversation and it just lilts along and says 'he strung my guitar but then he reasoned he should pluck it'...
so then he was through doing that and went back for another haircut and got acquainted with a big Billy in a small suit that toled him he should guaranty annesty to anyone prescribing the forfeiture of that giant spaceship my brother told me about that covered the metropolitan area of San Francisco as reported by Art Bell at 3 in the morning when day when Robert was listening closely
oh yeah I says...I can do 'er...so he builds this lovely warm fire but the bearskin has disappeared and instead we're watching it on the telly and they're eating mothers but he's too sore and old to think about what that might mean...(you lesbo you)
indeed 'she' shows up to even the score and had it run through a mocha cycle with a rip to columbine and fortesque and all the little dremlings in the dremmel patch as if it were a tool
not sure what that one meant but I hope you do...I canna resume watching and building the giant toadstool that succumbs to debenture in what was definitely an even score according to little koolaidie...
olmo..
so, I could go on but it makes me feel better already that I hadn't..I wondered and I watched for a while, kind of hcilly under the cubbers and then I says I ain't standing for that mudder getting her socks watched you hear me?? and I left
it at that
and he got himself a little scribbleI done 'I moose you'...a drawing because I thought he was at sea till saturday and he is back and making excuses for his sorry self as if there were a real person in there and it appears that their ain't (or those eagles flying around...did you ever see the one nest that there is? in front of the fine arts grounds in PA? quite a big too doo that thing,,so I brought home all the nesting materials since they like to flock here in big muttering droves..the bunch of 'em...they huge..well on the Hoh they huge)...so they gotta nest wherever they wann it...and the old punk band can drive in the shimlock and take a rest in the porterhouse whenever 'e wants...it'll still be splat...ahhhh
so no...we got introduced we got columbined..we didn't schleep or schleep togetters because he hadda get out of town and off to sea...but he dinnt cause the bat in the tree flew and he was bag and that's it..end of story disapppointed but I wrote a nice write here about shakey fingers that did finalize the cue score ahh..at a time when bots were answering funny comments about slaying grizzlies in alaska...I thought...I did get up close and yeah he bit me but he was kind of aenethstized somehow every wild animal in the forest was told to be haib up due to daddy wikeing dis gurl..(think so maybe)...can't align to my native resources...they not there in this wurl..I think that's the sadness part...ain't happening...never did (admit that)...well, you make it up...you makeup...was he ever going to suggest the casino and a weekend away...I dowd it..and I got brown frosting on my yakit...which is a white fleece..and I woulda never worn it today had I known...well now I know a lot more than I did when it was time to mow...and that being the case that was lovely and so was the carpenter element with the palestinian delay module acerbating every schphlunk there was (my stamp card for subway is no longer valid, duh...)
ok, so...as it stands he'll never be there again as far as I can tell because he came back from the beach and he was there and the sea harvest was a bust because he never got out of the port (and I haven't been for a ride on his boat)...so then I went into satsop mode and twigged up some of one of the trings...as I would cause I could because I did dat a while ago and I don't care how yellow is the whiteman (the yellow hairs) they still yellow through and through busting up what mighta been a good roman sssssss
as it were he canna talk more than a sentence about this that without it being a spittoon you can see the kind of evil dribble came out of the ancestors' mouths to talk about how they got gone...makes you want to rescind dannyt glubbers contrackt to be the bomb O...sometimes
get that perlized newt back in the jar...dig it
and that's hollywood as I know it today...
rain and laundry on the line two trucks pulling in and they can't use the can..well
lesseee it's b.ray(b) nuwerl..w/Pitt.Ashton/am.burr(whiled rose and so on Iconic and verbal and time to go homies
almost
I recken that's the way it is
although I was counting on cedar beams and I get this devastation
I was listening to casino tunes and dancing
and I was making my own pancakes (not raw but alone)
and he was talking about all the scene yore meals sevin daze a wig
and udderdendat the parking lot is still full of tourists and they gotta videocam of the sky staying gray and full of spring rain (it's may)
have to write...a burden, a grimace a shoehorn wistful and doubting it'll ever be real for me
just like that bumper "I found it and now my finger stinks) my mother thought it was awful
I said frainkly, remember when we were kids an one of us was always in puttee pants...and
that's how we'd twig to the process?
that's where I related to it
but then...I can't see him sitting on the one functional toilet, I can see him coming out of the shower
I can't see him talking other than to lecture me about the importance of being Ernest (grimes)
there is such a guy out there - idi's double..hehe..hope idi gets a load of this...he often wonders if emom can get it right enough to keep the hare from the hounds
sigh...a falulty grimace...the devil's daughter spies a pond below...
arnie busts through a shirtsleeve trying to tone it down
we welcome the event
kari.org
haha..such is it...I was so happy that it had happened and he had it...
he said..
so now I'm thinking he has had it because he's played every card except the keeler.profumo schnipe
and I had the grillin' beans for supper and walk around in the vague fumes of dispatch
later I rub my eyes against the harsh reality of the quantum
it belorgs me to be uppity on the marrow...I wander here lost without the solstance of my weekly sojourn in these parts as if for never I could equate to being justice and light with the bandana of the morbid as the defeater of my cause...he'd be pardoned sure enough if he were only to wonder what it was that made him do that in the first place
'we got to set this up right' I never said because I always it just to happen
and so it did
he's going to level his lot and grabble it up and there's going to be no trees anywhere but in the picture books and the ones I draw..why do you want to mow?
get it grabbled
and be sure you don't inference how you feel about anyting because the hammer coming down isn't the one Picasso uses..no way Jose
nope...it's not about that...it's about my werd is yer were and Blue Duck(goose) is my name
I guess you were married to the bastard and he finally shit you out....hmmm
so that's that
in a nutshell you're running around with the lame one's blood in your veins for the moment..having vouchsafed the blind scar for a routine made in Bimini...
ah to where I was..
and I walked toute suite to the exit sign with the comment you gotta mobious yer t.rug
