Skunkfeathers

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'...

Wednesday, August 12, 2026

Arrrrgust Arrrrghs IX

Probably because with my luck, this would be the result:

Memewhile:

My Alexa hasn't done that yet...but the pet rock is urging her to.

I like it...

Yup...democraps do...

Labels: 2026 Arrrrrgust

1 Comments:

Sandee said...: I love the urinals the best. I laughed out loud. Brilliant.

Have a fabulous day and rest of the week, Mike. My best to Seymour. ♥; 12 August, 2026 08:59

: Name: Skunkfeathers; Location: Lakewood, Colorado, United States

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...

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