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'...
Now that I'm in the twilight years, I think remembering the better times and feelings of the holiday are worth revisiting. So that's what I'll be doing for the balance of this month, at least through December 25.
After that...back to the shenanigans.
Memewhile:
Labels: 2025 Christmas
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...
1 Comments:
A wonderful Christmas post. I'm looking forward to seeing all of them you post this year.
Have a fabulous day and week, Mike. My very best to Seymour. ♥
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