anyhowzz last early evening I get back, me and focker to the twofartville .. full of shoppers looking for treasures from some place else... hoping to sniff and capture the charm of charminville.. which is great for them but the novelty wore off when I dug my first hole for byproducts and pitched a tent many long eons ago..anyhows this old gal getting served at the counter in the convenient lil convenient store was so full of her own energy I wasnt sure if she was going to explode or implode.. she had a virus I call full yo, self .. now this is the poisonous virus to which I dont like infiltrating the lil twofarter.. .. then Im about to drive in the gravel and grass infested laneway I call my driveway and I wait as there is a mini van at the bridge and a driver motions for me to pull in .. another tour de tourist .. oh boy now what>??? so she drives slow and stops.. and its Charlies wife.. she likes my beaver infested place I call Rome. and she wants to be on the long list of people who want me to die so they can buy my place.. geesus peasuss.. wah wah weesus.. its nerve wracking at the zoo some days .. others worse..
Posted on: Sun, 27 Oct 2013 17:28:13 +0000
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