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Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Sorry If I've Been A Bit Quiet Lately .....
Simply nothing to report.
I mean; If ye wanted to read some mundane shit about how I've been slapping a few coats of Bonding onto my wall, preparing it for tiling, as part of my on going struggle to get my shower set up ....? Perhaps not though, eh?
The weather? Bit of a British obsession, isn't it? Here it's more of a concern ~ we truly depend on it ~ but, as we can't do shit to change it, we more tend to live with than discuss it.
My on going beer production I talk about on Jim's ..... Simply nothing else much to set me off just now. Nothing that might interest you lot then. And, I'd rather say nothing than just spout boring shit. So, I'll sit quietly and wait till something happens that I think might make a read for ye. Then it'll appear here :-)
Oh; One thing ..... Ebola. Yeah. That's right. The thing normally associated with Africa. Where ye guts turn to a bucket of liquid and come spurting out of ye backside like a high pressure hose? Well, I reckon I've got me a dose of that.
At least, that's to say I'm capable of shitting through the eye of a needle, for Olympic Gold. Did it just now. Sat out there in the ditch. Guts burbling. Whoosh! Hitting the water like a jet washer. I put it down to the virginally young beer I was guzzling yesterday. Right down to the dregs of the barrel.
But, tonight, as I sat grinning at the sound of my guts jetting out with a shearing sound to the water below, I thought to myself; " What must that look like?! Continuous, thin stream of high pressure, liquid shit, gushing out of my pin prick tight arse hole."
Yeppers. Ye Know I'm gonna do it, don't ye? My guts are gurgling and churning, even as I type this. I'll be out there again before I turn in. And again in the morning. I'm always at it. I'll get ye a picture. What an iconic photo that'd make.
Leave it with me. Just check in now and then till it appears. Which it will.
I don't fuck about. Ye know me. Just have to figure out which setting will best capture close up 'Action' stuff .....
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