Thursday, April 11, 2013
Somewhere in a Bar in Tallahasee, Florida…
… Kevin enacts a Bukowski fever dream without the fever, the dream, the wit, the creativity, the introspection, the literary tradition, nor any form of poetic decantur.
But, as a substitute for cruelty tinged introspection that resonances of the spiritual crisis of life, hey, Jager shots.
See ya’ll later!
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I’m quittin’ Canada for Tallahassee.
I go each month to visit my kids in Sacramento; and mind you there are some attractive ladies there. And lots of yoga pants, O my laws yes there are.
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But the ladies in the deep south…these are but two specimens. Rather nice ones.
Well then…
Y’all ladies just got skammed.
I thought yous guys may be interested to see my reaction at work today that Nancy Cowpig is back.
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Hey Rev, I made a shirt for you. It says Father of Future Bleeths and Future Grandfather of bastard Children. You can wear it when you bang your cousin.
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I understand if this one must be deleted. But in my defense he did call me a cowpig first.
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For the records
Arched backs, sucked in stomachs, coy smiles, protruding boobies…. these girls are obvious professionals and should be commended for their dedication and hard work.
I like turtles, and Talahassee Hotts!!
Since it’s northern Florida (aka east Alabama) it’s a sure bet that that’s mom on the left.
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I’d still do both once we took out the trash in the middle.
That Stackhouse can sure cook some turkey legs…..or something.
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Hey, I wasn’t the one to call this “Tallahassee.” And the hotts are 5’4″ and 5’8″, right? I knew the stench in the middle was him…..
Thanks Nancy. And FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU cowpig skank weepsterbater.
Have a bad day you cunt…and shit. Son.
I would feature these bleeths in a Bukkakke fever dream.
The one on the left has obviously popped out one of those things. On the other hand, the one on the right… well, I’ll be right back…
Speaking of masturbating…you can ALMOST see AssPear LaPlante’s face here…
I KNEW she had a face…
Not that that’s important in this particular case.
Those Tallahussy hotts look very clever, and by clever I mean I want to ejaculate on their navels.
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Good sports
The most awesomest thing about Southern Belles is that when you make a map of Hawaii on their tummy, or in my case, a map of South America including Tierra del Fuego, they giggle “Tee Hee Hee…Quee-Yut!!!”.
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Which results in a second renoB.
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DB1 saw how I spent my last summer. And we ogled Creole Hotts in the French Quarter years back. He knows what I’m tawkin’ ’bout.
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Southern Comforters.
I peed in the French (hind) Quarter once.
Oh, there’s pear north o’ the border too. Pound on, RevChad.
How did my cockk rings get on her dainty wrist?
Dainty, I says.
The Rev at 5:38 eastern FTW.
Honorable Mention for ‘Sock.
Damn.
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I’m going to the wrong bars, I tells ya.
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Son.
Since it’s northern Florida (aka east Alabama)
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Tallahassee is south Georgia. Geez, yankees, you can’t take them any where…
I’d go to see the two of them on stage for a double header, I would even pay cover to douche wank door shit in the middle.