Hey, kids! It's another update from Your Friendly Neighborhood Freak.
How am I, you ask?
Well, instead of telling you what's been going on here lately, I thought I'd show you, mostly because my nice little HP Photosmart R725 just doesn't get enough love these days.
It be winter here in Gahdna-Hey G-Vegas(!!!), and I don't much care for it. The cold, the dead, the pretty ladies now bundled up in so many layers of clothing you'd lose your hard-on in the process of undressing.
Though it is pretty to look @, I'll admit. So not half an hour ago or so, Your Humble Narrator decided to throw on his hoodie and head outside to collect visual proof w/you all (especially for you kids who never see snow...don't say I never did nothin' for ya
).
This is the view outside my apartment building. The wreath means it's almost Xmas...I think.
And this is the big...bush...thing outside aforementioned building.
Plows have been here @least twice this week...and this poor jackass needs to learn how to clean off his van.
I can't help but wonder...when did this stop being a snowman and start being a "Corkscrew Snow Dildo?" I considered running back inside, getting my gloves, and making it a friend. "Snow Vagina," perhaps?
Now, Yours Truly prefers the warmer climes for July and August, so this is the face he usually makes when he wakes up and sees freshly fallen white stuff:
Coincidentally, that's also the face I make when the canned corned beef hash I had for breakfast comes back to haunt my olfactory nerves, if you follow my meaning.
Now, where there's snow, there's Xmas. I've done almost all my shopping, and am looking forward to spending time w/family and friends and (of course) gorging myself. I need to make up for the fact I only had one (shock! horror!) plate of food on Thanksgiving. Had my fair share of pie, though. Sadly, not the pie I would've liked, if, again, you follow my meaning.
Then again, as George Carlin once said..."Ever notice how no one gets laid on Thanksgiving? I think it's because all the coats are on the bed."
George, you witty motherfucker, you.
Now, I noticed my posting of MST3K in my last blog received positive reviews. It's good to know there's plenty of fellow MSTies among us here on SG. But I've outdone myself yet again. Being the holiday season, there's certain things you just need to watch. Rudolph, Frosty, Charlie Brown, and what I have for you all here this evening. Bundle up w/your hot cocoa and gingerbread cookies as Joel, Tom and Crow celebrate a "Patrick Swayze Christmas" and watch...
Santa Claus Conquers the Martians.
Find Parts 4-10 here
That's all for now, kids. I may or may not update again before Xmas. If not, I wish everyone a safe and happy holiday (and a happy Boxing Day to you kids in Canada, eh?). As always, I hope you are all well.
Stay tuned...
-TM
How am I, you ask?
Well, instead of telling you what's been going on here lately, I thought I'd show you, mostly because my nice little HP Photosmart R725 just doesn't get enough love these days.
It be winter here in Gahdna-Hey G-Vegas(!!!), and I don't much care for it. The cold, the dead, the pretty ladies now bundled up in so many layers of clothing you'd lose your hard-on in the process of undressing.
Though it is pretty to look @, I'll admit. So not half an hour ago or so, Your Humble Narrator decided to throw on his hoodie and head outside to collect visual proof w/you all (especially for you kids who never see snow...don't say I never did nothin' for ya
).This is the view outside my apartment building. The wreath means it's almost Xmas...I think.
And this is the big...bush...thing outside aforementioned building.
Plows have been here @least twice this week...and this poor jackass needs to learn how to clean off his van.
I can't help but wonder...when did this stop being a snowman and start being a "Corkscrew Snow Dildo?" I considered running back inside, getting my gloves, and making it a friend. "Snow Vagina," perhaps?
Now, Yours Truly prefers the warmer climes for July and August, so this is the face he usually makes when he wakes up and sees freshly fallen white stuff:
Coincidentally, that's also the face I make when the canned corned beef hash I had for breakfast comes back to haunt my olfactory nerves, if you follow my meaning.
Now, where there's snow, there's Xmas. I've done almost all my shopping, and am looking forward to spending time w/family and friends and (of course) gorging myself. I need to make up for the fact I only had one (shock! horror!) plate of food on Thanksgiving. Had my fair share of pie, though. Sadly, not the pie I would've liked, if, again, you follow my meaning.
Then again, as George Carlin once said..."Ever notice how no one gets laid on Thanksgiving? I think it's because all the coats are on the bed."
George, you witty motherfucker, you.
Now, I noticed my posting of MST3K in my last blog received positive reviews. It's good to know there's plenty of fellow MSTies among us here on SG. But I've outdone myself yet again. Being the holiday season, there's certain things you just need to watch. Rudolph, Frosty, Charlie Brown, and what I have for you all here this evening. Bundle up w/your hot cocoa and gingerbread cookies as Joel, Tom and Crow celebrate a "Patrick Swayze Christmas" and watch...
Santa Claus Conquers the Martians.
Find Parts 4-10 here
That's all for now, kids. I may or may not update again before Xmas. If not, I wish everyone a safe and happy holiday (and a happy Boxing Day to you kids in Canada, eh?). As always, I hope you are all well.
Stay tuned...
-TM
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My den of sin is pretty sweet. I'm going to be sad when I have to move.
Hope you got your Christmas goose