Sunday, January 3, 2010

Camping: nature's way of promoting the motel industry - Dave Barry

Hello my blog-a-log-frog-grog-hog-pog-wog. (Not that I'm a racist, or a specist, it's just fun to rhyme) Hmmm. I've had a stressful day, yet it was entirely uneventful. I was invited to go camping with a few friends but only given minimal details so I didn't know ANYTHING. I might still go camping. If I can get a lift, I'll just have to wait for a message to let me know if someone could take my poor, sorry, licenseless ass. Not much to report today, I fell asleep watching 'Don't Forget the Lyrics', I was grossed out by raw chicken legs as I marinated them and I moped about the house trying to decide what to do about my troublesome predicament of a conundrum!

When I return. Well, maybe I'll rave about something or have a camping story about getting lost in the woods and being mauled by a vicious serial killer who hides out in a cabin miles from reality as a way to avoid going to jail - now he's just a bearded freak who collects children's skulls and smells vaguely like peppermint and raspberries as he runs from the law.



My artistic rendition of:
Larry The Psychopathic Slaughterer ^


Salutations humanoids.

-Kim

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