I gotta drive right on through this saturday, but next weekend I can
stop and say hi and so forth if anyone would like a visit from a
nonmigratory horror-movie addict
I'm in the Augusta area, but I have no clue where you're coming from
to know if you're gonna be near this part when passing through GA.
> I'm in the Augusta area, but I have no clue where you're coming from
> to know if you're gonna be near this part when passing through GA.
on the way back, I'll be taking I 85 through GA, coming in from the
Alabama side and going out the South Carolina end (given the part of
Florida the Holocaust family fleshpit is in, and my starting point in
Virginia, this route actually makes sense)
Just scoot over to I-20, which goes right through Augusta
then he would have to get back west. It sucks.
My last trip down I took the Tennessee route, which was quite
pleasant.
Dok is a bit SW of me.
> My last trip down I took the Tennessee route, which was quite
> pleasant.
> Dok is a bit SW of me.
I did the tennessee route a couple years ago, when I went down for
Halloween to join my dad in terrorizing the neighborhood children. Ma
Holocaust drafted him for some foolishness that did not strike fear
into the wee bairns, so I had to do it all by myself.
on the plus side, my Flaming Hell-Gourds scared the little shits more
than the haunted house across the street. I think they were worried
it'd blow up. the neat thing I learned that year is that if you use a
road-flare instead of a candle or electronic light, even the uncarved
parts of the pumpkin glow unsettlingly
You live in an area where the very word "satan" will make grown men
piss themselves.
You should take advantage of that all you possibly can.
You had fucking BETTER stop by the Floozeum on the way back! I'm
conveniently situated on I-75 just above the perimeter, and I have an
extremely, ah, FLEXIBLE schedule.
Give me a call. Pisces has my number. Hell, EVERYONE has my number!
> You had fucking BETTER stop by the Floozeum on the way back! I'm
> conveniently situated on I-75 just above the perimeter, and I have an
> extremely, ah, FLEXIBLE schedule.
>
> Give me a call. Pisces has my number. Hell, EVERYONE has my number!
I will endeavor to do so! sorry I brought the cold wet weather with
me. it wasn't intentional. i was tryng to get away and it followed
me.
I do have it, and her house is awesomeland.
what a curse! "Bob" should make the weather AND the mainstream media!
> I will endeavor to do so! sorry I brought the cold wet weather with
> me. it wasn't intentional. i was tryng to get away and it followed
> me.
I like it cold and wet. It's warm and dry in my winter fort, and
there's plenty of room--IF The Mahar permits. He and I are going
around and around over territorial issues. He has the whole living
room to roam, but the fact he's cockblocked out of the rest of the
house infuckinfuriates him.
Dude's sho' gots a strong will.
Anytime yer comin' through, there's a great 24-hour deluxe diner near
me run by the Greek mafia. They'll treat us right.
I was trying to explain the Greek Mafia Diner bit to Freemasonson the
other night. Greek Mafia owners, the various layers of minorities
from Management down to kitchen staff, and the waitstaff was
particularly interesting to him.
Yes, apparently there's a lot of crossover between the Greek mob and
the Russian mob, judging by the vast number of Eastern Bloc waitstaff
I've encountered there over the years. But like good Americans, the
kitchen help is all wetback.
I won't go THERE
> I will endeavor to do so! sorry I brought the cold wet weather with
> me. it wasn't intentional. i was tryng to get away and it followed
> me.
Damn, it it ain't as cold as an iced witch's tit out there. But it's
toasty here. I slammed a Boston butt roast into the crockpot and I
have baked potatoes, fresh cooked carrots, and your choice of chef's
salad or cobb salad, along with freshly pureed apple/carrot juice.
If something happens and you don't show, then that means I'll just be
eatin' fine for the rest of the week.
That Boston butt in the crockpot is suffusing my home with its buttly
goodness. Mah, Mahhhh...*slather* /eyes roll up in head
If that boy don't get here soon, he's gonna come in to find me FUCKING
this pork roast.
Motherfucker. Glad I had an excuse to cook...!