Well, sorry for the delay in this posting, but I've had an
infectious rash all this past month due to an undisclosed event. All
I can tell you is that it involved a cookiepuss ice cream cake and a harem of naked cheerleaders. But you can read
about it in my new book: Donkey's Nature's Candy.
But this neither here nor there, nor Alaska, nor the metropolis called
Ho-Ho-Kus that we all love so much.
Well, here's what I was thinking about when I was in bed with my infectious
rash: "What ever happened to Webster?" This question may seem as obvious as a donkey in an ass kicking contest, that of course is a pun.
But again, I'm just being silly and I might as well just be doing a pantomime show for a bunch of drunk third graders at a clown orgy. Goodness the words are leaking out of me faster than a cookiepuss
ice cream cake through a lactose intolerant guy.
That's just an unpleasant thought, and I admit it should never be repeated in any major metropolis.
Well here that's about all from my own private metropolis, this is the Head Brigadoon saying:
"Donkeys: why don't we just let them grow?"
Love,
The Head Brigadoon
visitors since June 21, 1997