Dechristo

About fifteen years ago, in a canyon a few miles from the canyon in which I live, a three-year-old boy was bitten in the lower leg. By the time they got him to a hospital, his leg had swollen so badly that, without intervention, he'd have lost the leg. They flayed his flesh to the bone in order to allow circulation. He's eighteen-years-old now and I saw him just a month or two ago. He has a bad-ass-muthuhfuckin scar.

entertaining approximates

warbonnet in The Winds is pretty cool

he can't pass up a mono-pocket

coffee does the same for me

it's best you don't peddle pedal

because for some, behind everything there is an evil conspiracy.

chessler would probably give decent prices on the collectors' editions

complete with homerrhoids (I should've written this the first time)

and owls. Owls love cat.

topsy turvy puǝʞǝǝʍ

I write the songs that make the whole world sing...

there were green alligators and long-neck geese, some humpty-back camels and the chimpanzees...

Oh, Mandy.

this is definitely a Cafe Sensitivioso topic.

traded places, eh?

stay away from uncultured dairy products

spent the weekend in bed with a floozy. i should be raging with the dickdrips next though