Quick Recup: Every anno, I sorta salute Summer here w/ some
sunny style de-sign on its very 1st day. Thought
I'd do a graphic one this year feat. '777', since
I've been 'seeing' tons of those types of
number syncs over the past many months. But da design
I had in mind had too fascis t a loook to it, and
I thus wisely decided agains tit. Then figured that
nipples are always(?) a real hoot, right, so, like,
why, not, design, some jolly SunTat'd boobs, or
summerthing in said ddirection... I Go ogled for
inspirations/xxxamples, & the 1st pic I c licked
and look tat turned out to POP UP above Text th@
besides tatood tattas also feat'd... '777's'!
Then was foollowed by my Jen wanting me to visit
the ATeetAndTeet sight -something to do w/ a phone
number involving 77, but for privacy punpose tats
all, fooks! (O)ther than that ATT = anagram of TAT
Naughty to lesmention that hours prior to the aboves
I'd Tweeted a l'il nursingry rhyme. Twent: Tee-hee-hee ... May Summer
be ... A merry melody ... A silly symphony ... Of
Anyway 'n' Voilà, my pleasures, & you're warm welcome! And
Blissings Of The Days:
"Humming is like comfort food -
back to the breast."
StarFished With A Kiiiissh"...
K, just wanted to sing th@, you sexy thing, you.
But, Rob Les' Believe It Or Else, the above iS a
tru StarFish, 11-armed & dangerless, tru colors
'n' all. Granted, some PhotoShoop hoopla added for
Supposedly from Russia*,
the 8-inch rascal! B(r)ought it wimme wimme wimme
from La Isla Palmetta [Oh South Carolina!], where
us 9 went for a sunderful yearly week. *Better
not be from Chernobyl!
Also purchased a plethora of other seapretties'
remains, aka. another -HUGE- starfish, a seabiscuit,
buncha supasized shells... Knowing me I wouldn't
be surprised if I add nauseum pics of those to this
site, too, w/in the next æon?
buying shells & sea food and smokey mustard +
chimes n shit, we also spend much (MOST!) time not
$pending anything. And instead swooned over daily
update pics from our chi's -stayed behind boarded
(not bored!)-, butted heads w/ Bubba The Parrot,
walked sun-soaked beach sand & thru Charleston,
spotted several dolphins frollick about from a boat...
And of course sat around all reeelaxed n shit, reading
tweeting talking, napping sleeping sunburning...
And worked - uncourtesy of our var. online
stores that appearantly've never ever even heard
of 'vacation'. Oi, I ain't complaint! Plus toevallig
wel likkebarend lekkerlesman'd koeldrinkend frisdrinkend
stemmensmerend razendsnelle snelvibrerend koel koel
koel new Aloha attire on me hairy chest, of course.
Snapshots of some mo' Isla, 'n' Capers. Walla:
Boatload of syncs,
lately, still. Last few days var. re. GroundHogs...
"Seeing the shadow," & all that? Hmm...
Video: The following flying (earlier partially pictured)
stunted right over(our)head(s) @ our last night
'there'... Certainly a spectacular sight:
TRADiTiONiNGS: Again kein cutting of(f) ye ole unicorntail,
but da other thing still stands:
Desk clearance! I.e.:
Dat: Merci 2O11, as u were, IMO, ones again, both
wonder- & work-fool! So raising the grapejuice
glass to forever mo' increasynchronicity & 'prompts',
jest, awemazement, grace, grazie, kerching, a fab
2O11+. = NoobYours BLiSSiNGS!
Blissings Of The Days:
Homey D Clown
(for President 2012):
"When all the candidates are clowns
playing that they aren't, why not elect
a clown who doesn't play around?"