Ever open a new .50 cal ammo can and for some reason it smells like catfish bait fermenting in the vajean of a rancid whore? Well bottom feeders think that’s top sirloin.
Hence the tooth whiskers.
I have absolutely no personal reference for any of those subjects but your prose is so thoroughly evocative I don’t think I’ll ever need one. I have learned something today.
“Why, dat’s justaposition I likes,” said Obama to the eager young lad.
That beauty on the right … that ain’t no woman. Also ain’t no man. Not too sure exactly what it is, unless maybe it’s a brown trout that escaped the septic tank.
I see a Lamp.
Brush that boys teeth with a baseball bat .
Much Love to Curmudgeon at Political Clown Parade. I Am Honored, Madam.
A Fellow Texan Who Loves German Shepherds, Like Me
A Tremendous Honor from the Mothership
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