Avant garde, no?

I intend to get a little drunk and skank with Jelly in Vegie C. Vegie's inflatable pool.

What better way to commemorate the founding of a penal colony and the initiation of a genocide?

(oh wait, that's what I said two years ago: http://cam.bluexo.net/blog/217)

How awkward.

In conclusion:

They fought the dogs and killed the cats,
And bit the babies in the cradles,
And ate the cheeses out of the vats,
And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles,
Split open the kegs of salted sprats,
Made nests inside men's Sunday hats,
And even spoiled the women's chats,
By drowning their speaking
With shrieking and squeaking
In fifty different sharps and flats.


(w. b. yeats infection: http://www.captainsblog.us/)

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