Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Seven Days

In the last week I have:

fought a shrub fire on top of an 8,000 ft peak, worked at an international food fair, started a literary magazine, helped finish a hiking guide, road in the back of a pickup truck, read one book, drummed in a drumming circle, climbed 3 mountains, picked my nose 17 times, broke one waterglass, asked someone to make 50 copies, talked to one amazon parrot, got splashed with water in Loja, saw 10 baby ducks, met a wierd guy from Carthrage, Missouri, saw a belly dancer belly dance, used a jacuzzi and drank fanta from the tap.

I probably did some other things too.

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Way to get that fat belly dancer slut whale's number, you king!

11:41 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Really?! A jacuzzi?! Shall I call you "Ishmael," you harpooner of fat whale sluts in jacuzzis!

11:43 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yo! You gotta a double DEE-cision to make holmes! Either you flippa-slap that bangin whale slumgullion spout hole on the mountainside or bring it down to the waterfalls and make that ho pray fo yo plankton!
Hoo-ah!
shout out from calthlage

12:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

In my experience, you really have to evaluate if you like this girl for her personality, independent of her tremendously big gut. Does she make songs play in your heart? And are those songs merely the whale squealing you imagine to be emanating from her endless networks of trunk wrinkles.
I suggest talking to her about this.

6:08 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yo, it's my time. The Juice is mine. Give me the mammalian wonder for gut punching detai.l

4:53 AM  

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