Commitment
Do you find yourself breathless, sped up, imagining putting your nose in someone else's nest because that's what you might have done that in the glass-eyed days of freedom?
If you do, meet me.
Keep your feisty curd dumbed down. Meet all on Union Street, between 4th and 5th to do a quick pick-up. I have a sack of gloves and will be there all day, scum bumpers.
If you do, meet me.
Keep your feisty curd dumbed down. Meet all on Union Street, between 4th and 5th to do a quick pick-up. I have a sack of gloves and will be there all day, scum bumpers.
posted by Doctor Eight @ 11:40 AM
3 Comments:
At March 31, 2005 at 1:55 PM,
Anonymous said…
are you playing around? (obviously) When are you doing this/have you done this already? What's a feisty curd anywho? spoilt milk?
At March 31, 2005 at 2:51 PM,
Doctor Eight said…
You have Shut the Spoiled Door. Mystery over and glad to see you've seared the pan with bucket lard as daddy diddled you to.
If you want in on a men's club, show 'em you got, and not turned around ersatz sass-master. Who doesn't believe oh I trained for this day?
We will not go down, and hard.
Doctor Eight,
Disappointed
At April 1, 2005 at 9:23 AM,
Anonymous said…
well then.
seemed like sassprilluh was the lingua franca in these here parts. maybe that's where i went wrong. Here's a tip to keep your pants warm while you wait for another post on this site: HOT COFFEE, doc.
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