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'...
But today is special...on this day I turn 69.
Never thought I'd make it. Not sure how much is left in the tank.
Anyway, h'yar I am. Thanks to Sandee, Herb, Paul and a thin smattering of others for being my most loyal visitors.
Memetime:
Labels: 2026 Jan-NEW-wary
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...
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