so fire so fire.

it was the...

not so farni, not so corny, not so itchy, corny collins
who was making the news with his dancing that day.

This...Is...The...

yi-chee yi-chee e-moss yang-yee ma-fiz da-king's kokyichee-ee
that is blogging for the first time today.

ze battell of ze sexez continues.

what will females do when faced with the prospect of using the male toilet.

they'll rather let it go naturally.
no artificial work of man involved, no artillary.
all natural, 100%. just let it go.
the lack of control, the lack of emotional attachment.
who are they to say that males aren't as emotionally involved!

maybe its the way we're brought up in mars and venus.
now, how about serena?
she's caught in the middle, building some bulk with bob, playing some tennis with the apprentice.

the rudimentary ABCs of life started off like this, paving the path we were going to take upon return to planet earth:

some, like me, were enticed by planet fitness, but temptation is there to be warded off.
the pathway built had its obstacles.

caterpillers obviously didnt have the right of way,
and no way we humans, both males and females are going to cater to a caterpiller's way.
we relented someway or another, you brother from another mother.

a metal pole in our eyes, a giant pillar in a caterpiller's.
a pole for support, but the ladies had other ideas.

this is going to stop now-here.
this is going no-where.
we should just, let our powers combine.

harlow sir, u want marsarge?
u want marsarge i charge you cheap cheap!

Do I attract you? Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
oh kelly, do have some grace.

sunsetting dover

it was a year ago when the sun was setting,
you were rising.

you're 1, kid :)