And here it is

Sometimes a dog will come, and you will go, you may be all, "Come Mr. Dog, come with me. I have a jar of peanut butter. Come to my liar for sexy good times."

Hey, that happens. Jiffy ain't in the business just for the money.

Nope, Jiffy, and I stand by this with bulging side-a-way pants direction, by the middle-crotch section of dungarees.

George Washington Carver Hall Apartments Atlantic City-way made the peanut into THE BUTTER. And then dogs sprouted red peaks as far as the eye could see.

Pavlovian Conditioning with the Tucks Minnesota Gentleman, of the third highest order or degree.

Thou art you go ever shall, with liberty and justice for all, very much, you did believe. Tucks Gentleman, even from Wyoming, knows aboot a proper, genuine certificate of Very Goodness.

This and much more can be yours..... on the Price is Right.

You can't touch this.

I AIN'T NO HARLEM BLACK GIRL
I AIN'T NO HARLEM BLACK GIRL

 

Last night I traveled deep into the Pine Barrens.

It was there that I met the Beatification Tucks - a woods muttucks - the one who knows. He is with fur and good.

The one who is the mediator between what is here and what is not. The link between this world and the other.
I spoke with Beatification Tucks to great length, discussing the issues.

Beatification Tucks foretold of the last summer of the old age. Fall shall usher in great changes in the world. 7,000,000,000 in a pressure cooker is going to explode at some point. Try as you might, but I shant not expose details.

I thanked Beatification Tucks with many Milkbones, and promised I would stay true. He extended a furry claw in friendship, and promised to watch over me. So, I got that going for me, which is nice.

 

Apparently, people don't like words, they like doctored pictures. That's what drives them crazy these days on Swellinfo.com - America's premier surf predictin' website.

Gnar, send me ten dollars for reading this thread.

Gnar, some south swell day I will have you come to the southland.