“Put a fork in me-

My ass needs reconstructive surgery.”

Isn’t that how the adage goes?

I’m back from the country’s interior with stories to tell, but finally getting in at 12:00 midnight, and with a boatload of perhaps the grossest laundry ever in the history of gross laundry to be done, I haven’t had much in the way of time in (with, during) which to pen a missive.

Today is the day for that, and Wednesday will be when I fire it off into space.

For now, let us all celebrate the simple joys of being alive, and, (if you’ve lived them as I have), possibly the sublime sensation of spending the weekend hitting our legs with a giant hammer.

You know… If you’re into that sort of thing.

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3 Responses to ““Put a fork in me-”

  1. Largo May 21, 2018 at 8:48 am #

    That’s a mighty fine lookin blue bikecycle there mister.

  2. Sniff May 21, 2018 at 11:48 am #

    The Midwest swamp ass will take many a good fella out…

  3. Michael May 21, 2018 at 1:28 pm #

    Begging your pardon sir, but your laundry is not gross until you’ve fallen in a pine swamp mudhole.