No one can ever be sure… some days the rum wears off the dolphins relent the nebula clear and the abuse of propper grammar and punctuation commences. Most days you are all free though. This is not one of those days.
Also, if you think you can do this with me lowering the literary standards to “slightly better then post alegator digestive tract swap water” you are going to be disappointed. Very disappointed. I intend to live down to my usual level of mature participation and deliquency but up to a new standard of rum consumption!
This is what I mean. Posting when medically “flying with the kites” yeilds sentences that are indistinguishable from my everyday slurred speech!
If you think you can do this without me lowering the literary standard to “slightly better than post alligator-digestive-tract-swampwater”, you are going to be disappointed. Very disappointed. I intend to live down to my usual level of immature participation and deliquency but to a new stadard of rum consumption!
Eh… that’s not much better but I’m between narcotics and liquor. It’s the best I can do for now.
I would suggest that I fully embraced my first version as is evidenced by:
I didn’t not edit the original.
I quoted it to ensure it was there 2x thereby doubling the Jaysen-ness of the horror show that is my mental process-ish-ness.
How are things on the subjecive “bottom side of the planet”? If I recall, you were practicing a craft where my type of foolishness is common place but not necessarily desired. All well?
In local news…
A 10ft 8in (3.25m) aligator was being a nuisance and was legally turned into a community meal. While significantly smaller than the “bottom sideof the planet” version, this one was aiming for larger dogs and people so… the community took “eat or be eaten” quite litterally. As bad as the situation was, it was a good excuse to kill a couple bottles.
Last night the evil, water mamals from Satan, commonly referred to as porposes but normal people, decided that it was time to end the sustance shimp havest early for some local men. The horrible demons took it upon themselves to consume all the shrimp and then all the bait. At one point a cast net was lost due to entanglement on one of the hellions being an a$$hole (or c*nt if you prefer). Luckily a nearby team of fishermen were able to untangle the annoying swimming pigeon and retrieive the unrepairable net from the water. As the night was over, the consumption of weak beer was halted and the not-so-weak RRRRUUUUUMMMM was opened.
More news at… wait… I’m not a journalist? Damn it! My imagination had gotten loose again! Someone help me wrangle that thing back into its very small box.
Just what. I’ve been thinking all along! I’ve just been wondering what @pigfender has got up his sleeve; not going to sign up for a pig in a poke, but if I miss out on something, so be it!
Now remember, we have been advised to think different. First, as I am sure we all noticed, the post that started it all was posted by pigfender’s ghost.
Just a wee hint of a tint, por favor.
I need to know so I can organise wardrobe… should I be wearing leather patched tweeds and sporting a meerschaum pipe, or are jeans and a t-shirt good enough? The mind is boggling with sartorial indecision. Argh.
