I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.
Never mind food, yukish or not, I want to know what drugs you are taking - 9 posts in 3 days. I thought I had been to sleep or something.
ReplyDeletewHAT WE NEED IS A NUK HOUSE...
ReplyDeleteMaybe a Yuk n' Nuk would be good...
or a "Yuk,Fuk, and Nuk"...specializing in
Eggrolls served by a REAL Mandarin Princess!
Hey Souby!
Nuk?!
ReplyDeleteDoes not compute, Captain. What is nuk?
"Ai nuk po i gëlltiste dhe e ndjente se si pështyma në gojë po e pështillte e ... Glebovi nuk do të ishte në gjendje të thoshte, nëse i shijonte apo jo. ..."
Minks.
ReplyDeleteThe bloggery was a bit of an experiment. On the 19th I was tagged be what I might call a major blog, Then on the following day, another... And then another... So I suddenly had a HUGE visitor surge. My counter usually wanders along at about 36 hits per day, but on saturday it peaked at 800. Now I'm slipping back into my comfortable obscurity. But for a day I added a load of content. just to see what would happen. It was predictable. 800 people passed through, about four left a comment.