Thank you CDCrawford.
Though I don't feel like one and for a long time now. 14 years of isolated empty hollow dayze. No family and no friends. I try to do well and good.
Maybe you can let the womyn know I'm a good man when they turn up their noses when I'm all online dating again sometime soon in spite of three sort of ugly Volvo 240s. Clear coat failure, missing trim, a few dents I put there.
Here we go for a writer gig in Colorado Springs. The USAF be suckin' up all the local tech writers at an apace. Hopefully, through attrition, I'll get sucked into a private sector jobs. Good pay and bennies, low rents, and even lower humidity.
St. Louis and the region is a slovenly, corrupt, humid, filthy, malodorous ugly toilet that needs a good flush. The environment here is awful.
The reason for the awful craft beer here? It's the water. The water miuneral complex from the dog awful polluted MO and Mississloppi rivers, and the crap the water companies put in there make for bad beer.
The middle of midwest denizens have a palate that ranges sweet, to salty, to greasy, to cigarettes.
I well gal-pal that enjoys a reliable clean-burning Volvo 240 rise if shabby chic in appearance. Heck, rather she motor me around if she can jockey a clutch.
Yesterday was brown poultry and orange gourd squash custard day. Now it is sheetz-giving: Murika's treatment plants in over drive. HA!
Despise the hollow dayze. Despise them all.
Be nice to have reason to like them again. And here comes the red and green egg nog hollow day.
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