Today was as slushy as a second coming. No blasphemy intended. This time. Make no mistake I am a rank, vile and unrepentant blasphemer, just in this instance I meant something more vulgar and visceral. That was one hell of a damn sentence, chock full to brimming with fanciful words and such only to come around to what I didn’t mean. Here it is the end of the paragraph and all I’ve said of note, if such could even be considered note, is that it was slushy.
It being the ground. The sky tried being slushy but it read it’s weather app and went from snow to white rain to plain old see through rain. I strayed out to the boondocks for a bit today though, a dirt road with slush should have it’s own name or at least it’s own adjective, e.g. fucking dirty fucking slushy fucking fuck. Um, I minimized the effect by broadening it, I didn’t really mean any adjective and the e.g. was really the only fucking e. Smiley dirty smiling slush smiling smile wasn’t even a contestant.
A front wheel drive car doesn’t fish tail, many of you probably know that. Many of you may never have driven a single rear wheel drive car, though, um, no fucking offense fucking intended, y’all are pretty, um, mature. Heh. Silver tongue.
Oh, yeah, silver tongue. So I play this stupid out of date sort of text based turned html mafia game on this site equal antiquated. I go there once a day to keep my players fresh, a boring tale, so take it at it’s word. Anyhow on the message board, mine, someone left the note; Why you perpetrating? I added the punctuation, the meaning is the same without it. Messages don’t come from player names, they come from site names, a site much broader than the game. So I had no idea what it was I was perpetrating nor to whom, except was some middle aged balding man sans muscle tone and with a lot of cats (the last bit is a guess. Part of the other bits of the site give you rewards for selfies and they go over them with a fine tooth comb. So you can photo shop your dick all day long, but if you want the points you have to take an unedited selfie showing face and at least one hand and no naughty bits.).
His gangster icon was probably something less unintimidating. Mine is a puppy. So I laughed at him in text. Something a whole like; Heh. Perpetrating. To which his responds with all the impolite vitriol one can with fake money and fake text based weapons and hit lists all my players and might have called me a bitch or a cat or something. I must have been perpetrating.
I ran into my sister and her allegedly barking mad spouse visiting GF’s doc office. It was odd and sweet and they were both very nice to one another and glad to meet one another and the barking mad spouse barked nary a yip.
My little sister comes to town tomorrow with her boyfriend and the football team from Alabama. Ok, the last is a coincidence, sort of. Sis and BF are coming up, in part, to see Alabama and MooU play football. Maybe in slush. Depending on who wins the slush might be fucking slush or glorious slush. Such is the favor of men and slush. Snow and rain warrant opinion one way or the other, snow and rain on the same field at the same time is a sort of wait and see proposition.
So, yeah, I’m fizzling out now, try not to perpetrate won’t you?
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