earlier today i stopped at hunchback rock on the blue ridge parkway in virginia and pretended to be a mountain lion on top of a rock. unbeknownst to me, kim then videotaped me. the insolent whore. “rawr!” i go, “rawrrrr….”
it is quite possibly better than the video of me kicking the cattle guard.
perhaps not. cattle guards do incense me, after all.
tomorrow? on to jolie’s welcoming bosom!
postscript: bob nichols in lewisburg, west virginia is a fine, fine man. don’t ask him about guys shooting their heads off with shotguns though, because it will end in a chin. not manchin for governor though. he’s ok.
i do not understand a damn thing in this post after the first paragraph and i am jealous of your incomprehensible fun.
come on, you understand the draw of jolie’s bosom. it’s like my gentle bear trap uterus.
and bob nichols gave us a lube job. cheap!
lube job. pffah!
some of this video footage must make it across the country unaltered. not of the lube job, though.
Come back to my welcoming bossom! Why have you left me? Was my bossom not welcoming enough? Now I am back to being sad and lonely and without funny funny mountain lion and cattle guard films to cheer me up.
i miss your bosom! but not your dirty bathroom!
i sort of also miss raul telling us about tim’s boyfriend.
soon we will take a video of kim giving a tour of her apartment. perhaps once we have more furniture.