Brain (s)Craps

GOOD SHOW OLD PAL! I LOVED YOUR POSTING AND FOUND IT QUITE APPROPRIATE!

Glad to hear that you are back. I can see they yearning and angst in your prose. They way you use the english language is almost perverted it is so laiden with the anticipation of a love gone wrong.

I can see the hidden similies and metaphores with their political and sexual inuendo. You have puncutated this beautifully with the simplicity and arrogance of a flittering butterfly who hops from frond to frond in a forrest of ferns. I love it.

Keep up the excellent writing. I can't wait to sample the next morsel of genius that you produce!

Greg, The Bovine-Caretaker In The Rainforest, has so eloquently kissed your ass. I wonder why should I bother after that? You could go another five, six days without getting another tongue bath like that. Wow.

I'll just leave quietly and leave you in the obvious afterglow.

And might I add... Your blog is much dandier than Chad's blog which is full of techno-excuses for lapses in posting.

It's about freakin' time!

Ah, yes. But my excuses for not posting come more frequently than some people's regular posts.

Here's a thought: Occasionally bounce your testicles on the keyboard. Just a few bumps from the twins. Make that a post.

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oooooh! Hey that's fun! good Idea Chad!

OK you flood freak. I heard you were going to Ama-farking-rillo. What up w' that, Gee? Can't you stay with your pal Chad?

I was hoping we'd have a big fandango here in Dallas. Ring me up on the tele when you get back!

Stat-Check.

Yap, my nips are hard!

Even the ubiquitous, third nipple, Greg?

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Seriously, bro. When the spammers post more to your site than you do . . . it's time to make something up.

We're going to vote you off the island otherwise.

Jesus H. Christ on a seatless unicycle! Don't you ever post?

And by the way, I've got a site about flatulence and erectile dysfunction that I'm sure you could appreciate.

Hey, maybe you could rally your resources and open a website that sells T-shirts about hot tub chemicals sold to support the costs of your web site maintenance?

Post, you bastard.

Since you won't post, I decided I'd put a little story up here...

I had this wet dream the other night. I was a combination of Tom Seleck and Robert Redford (the old Redford) with a weight problem and a receeding hair line.

There were four Shannons and she was this combination of Angelina Jolie and Vanessa Williams - Only not quite as cute.

Any way, Shannon (all four) start getting frisky and rubbin on me and stuff. So I start to get undressed. I'm proud. You know what I mean?

Then one of the Shannon's starts to...

YOU SICK BASTARD!!! You read this far and didn't pas out? Post something before I finish the story.

Ok, dude. Really. This has taken on a whole new dimention of comedic irony.

You're probably going to write me back saying that you really intended to become a magnet for spammers so you could expose their idiocy. I know the truth. Save that tripe for someone who might buy it.

Spam.

This just keeps getting better.