Friday, November 28, 2008

Shenanigans

Today I...

...am doing the paperwork that comes along with being a supreme ruler. You know, death warrants, citations, orders approving water-boarding, troop movement, and various poems & haikus about how much I love ice cream and despise peasants. Aunt Jenn is helping me with the work load. Truth be told, her penmanship is sub-par, but when you're at my level, you have to put up with some level of incompetency from everyone.

Later Taneille spontaeously offered to by personal valet and footstool. Just kidding, I gave her a severe lashing to teach her some manners and persuade her to see things my way. Red heads. Sheesh.


Then I showed her what eating a ginormous Cheeto would be like.



And that naturally led us into a discussion about Mardi Gras. I explained what I had seen the ladies doing on "Girls Gone Wild: Sheaux Me Your Teets" (nice DVD collection dad!)



...and it turns out that Aunt Jenn has a tramp stamp (naughty!)...



So I got to thinking... I should let Taneille write on my belly. Why? I think that whole Mel Gibson facial war paint in order to intimidate foes is so very 1991. I'm more into Tupac (R.I.P.) and his belly tatt that said something (and I'm paraphrasing) like, "I dig chicks. And AK's. And F*&^ the Police. Oh, shit someone's shooting at me," and then he died.

Not that I want to die, but I want to convey that same badass image.



Wait, why do I need ink to do that? I've got that covered in my look of steel.

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Thursday, November 27, 2008

Double Word Score

Today I...

...won at Scrabble.


The word is "Frak", as in "Frak you I win, bitches."





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Sunday, November 02, 2008

Chicken Food



What do I and a 4 lb Guatemalan fighting cock named "El Diabillo" have in common?

Many things.

1. We are killers.
2. We enjoy sleeping on a bed of feathers*.
3. We eat gravel to aid in digestion. Good for the gut & gizzard.
4. We go CRAZY at the sound of a good Alux Nahual song.

*Mine happen to be stuffed into a mattress/pillow/cover. His happen to be the feathers of his enemies, plucked for both their softness and as "coup" or trophies of war.

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