surgicalsnack

been a busy beaver-type thing. i don't think i'm gonna build a dam out of my wood, though.

got another freelance writing job, writing help files for a software application. i'm gonna be insulting. seriously. like "you seriously don't understand this? do you wear a helmet around the house? what's wrong with you?" i've already been paid, so i'm gonna go for it.

i wrote a silly poem:

barnaby burgess was stuck in the flue.
he wriggled and writhed but couldn't break free
he was screwed in as tight as a cork, you see.

so he took some deep breaths
and filled up his chest
and swallowed deliberately.

the gasses they grew,
they bubbled and frothed
and burbled and popped.
terrible moans and howls
came from his bowels,
and the flue started shaking
from the ruckus he was making.

then with a bang, a great smelly pop
young barnaby shot right out the top.

they searched for days,
in all sorts of ways,
but all they could find was his shoe.
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yeah, it's about gas. the kids should love it.

what else? oh, i see that blck_flwrsplease has put my double-cuff pic up in his journal. dude is seriously talented. buy something from him.

here's another cuff photo:



and one more pic, just for fun:


yugoslavian mariachi. for reals.

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UPDATE: I ordered a license plate frame for my new car a few weeks ago, and it finally arrived. I think it's hilarious. YMMV.