No, seriously. Look →
A peanut butter cup dipped in raw honey? Oh yes he did, too! And now he’s going to prance shoeless across his front lawn. As in, without shoes.
The whimsy—it’s overtaken me. I blame the blasphemy of spring.
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update: And the found art of a month-old Thai stick, too. So long as I’m footnoting things.
Why do I keep flashing on something reminiscent of Malcolm McDowell’s crazy thumb dance in the rain in Caligula ?
Turing word: small
As in: small, like little..Little Boots
Thai stick? Thanks for rubbing it in, pal.
Also, going barefoot in the grass is not so much footnoting as callous and corny.
Ahhh.. so the truth comes out.. a Thai stick is involved… So what are we supposed to do ? Just sit here and wait for you while you run over to 7/11 for Twinkies, Eskimo Pies and Slim Jims ?
and ’prancing‘ my ass.. you just walked out of the house and forgot your shoes..then got 50 feet and were too lazy to go back and get them..
been there..done that..
I have BECOME spring.
Or maybe Thai stick.
Either way, Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I have crocuses in my front lawn. Yea!
“Right-o! Then bring me my whangee, my yellowest shoes, and the old green Homburg. I’m going into the park to do pastoral dances.”
I’ll have what he’s having.
Thai stick, eh? Very… sticky.
I like Blueberry and White Widow myself, but then my food never talks to me, so maybe I’m missing out.
Yay! Seasonal allergies!
Sticky buds. Bud.
There was a fly in my bathroom this morning. That’s a sign of Spring too.
This explains so many things.
Let’s review: decriminalize drugs decriminalize drugs decriminalize drugs.
Define “prance”. Not that there’s anything wrong with that…
And if you could define “Where can I get real Thai Stick in 2005” while you’re at it, that would be way cool.
</wax nostalgic>
Yeah. I spent the day at the Brickstore Pub in Decatur.
No across-the-lawn gambols for me, especially on a belly of Belgian high-gravity beer, but a good day nonetheless.
And now he’s going to prance shoeless across his front lawn. As in, without shoes.
Interview with Deadbeat Neighbor
Jeff: So, you been feeding your St. Bernard tablescraps, right?
Deadbeat Neighbor: Yeah, yesterday he had some hot sausage and half a can of Manwich, Bernie eats pretty much anything you put in front of him.
Jeff: Could you keep him on your yard?
Jeff: I have BECOME spring ! Wheeeeeeeeee !!!
::gambolling across the lawn::
Large Fresh Steaming Dog Pile: Hey Bud, watch where your steppin’… Damn ! Good job Mr Lawn Nymph..
Jeff:
Lawn: And dont think youre wiping that on me either.. Go find the hose or something …
Jeff: (Christ.. The hose is clear across the yard.. hell with it.. I’ll get it later..)
Wheeeeeeeeee !!! I have become Spring !!!!
::more gambolling::
Craaazy… toys in the attic he is craaazy… truly gone fishing.
:: Mrs Goldstein comes home ::
Mrs Goldstein: Satchel ! What are you doing in here all alone ? Where’s Papa ?
Satchel: Him dancing on da grass wit da dog poo poo…
Mrs Goldstein: Oooh baby.. Papa found that bad thai stick I hid from him, didnt he ?
Satchel: Uhh-huh.. and him ate all my banana teething crackers.. and said ‘Wheeeeee’ and ran out da dowa… him fogot shoes too..
Mrs Goldstein: Well, Satch.. There’s no reasoning with him when he gets like this.. I guess we better go cover his ass and post something on PW for him..
Satchel: Ya.. cover him ass, once AGAIN… One of these days me going to change da name to Mama and Satchel Wisdom… since we do most da work..
Mrs Goldstein: I know baby.. I know..