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'...

Saturday, September 12, 2026

The Throes of Sucktember IX

Not so far have I.

Not so far.

Memetime:

Cat take any more....

Labels: 2026 Sucktember

3 Comments:

Paul Mitchell said...: Having spent my entire lifetime looking at the "Error" photo and not seeing anything odd, out of place, or not period appropriate to March of 1985, I then returned to look at the freakin' calendar to make sure I wasn't losing my mind on the year and noticed there are no date numbers.

Is this the correct answer?; 12 September, 2026 12:53
Skunkfeathers said...: My best guess is the can of Red Bull on the shelf with the blenders; Red Bull didn't hit the market until 1987.; 13 September, 2026 03:23
Paul Mitchell said...: Dangit, I called myself looking, but it was a Saturday in September.; 13 September, 2026 06:05

: 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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