A Skunk with feathers? Danged right...thoughts and musings of just such a skunk, one that learned how to type, conjugate verbiage and communicate thought processes easier than lifting the tail to scatter the opposition. It doesn't always work with 419 email scammers or the pathetically politically correct (which readers will find I ain't). For them, the tail gets lifted, and they get sprayed. *DISCLAIMER*: sometimes, it doesn't pay to drink or eat while reading this h'yar. Just sayin'...
Until it's too late.
Memewhile:
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posted by Skunkfeathers at 00:30
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In da woids of Popeye, "I yam what I yam". Personally, I hate yams, but I digress (often)...I take life as it comes, put a little milk on it, and give it to my pet rock, 'cuz I hate that cereal. Ack...I write. About email scams, my own misadventures, and about my view of life in general. My pet rock, Seymour, yawns continuously...
2 Comments:
Oh dear, Skunky. A real "deviled" egg and JD Vance riding a taco is what I showed up for today, hahaha! xoxo
Love them all, but that last one made me spew my coffee. Yuck.
Have a fabulous day and rest of the week, Mike. My best to Seymour. ♥
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