-Feanor.Net :: Deeper Magic from the Dawn of Time-

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That's thankfully not true, but a bridge in Minnesota *did* perish hardcore only a few blocks from the demagogue's condo. Hopefully everybody involved will be A_OK at the end of the night... so far, it looks like a fair amount of luck was had amidst the entire ordeal. Invoke your resident and/or otherworldly paranormal deity for those that absorbed a piece of concrete to the leg, why don't you.

I'm unburying, still, from the vast "bike trip"... though there is a fragment of light 'round the corner, perhaps, as LOLLA looms for the weekend. That's the last thing I need right now, though, it shall be dealt with all the same. As far as the tricycles were concerned (I only rode my tripod-on-wheels in urban areas), we really did start off well, even amidst head-winds and moderate-to-increasingly-heavy heat. Somewhere around midweek we all started blacking out, quite regularly. To be honest, when the trek began I thought I'd have gone on a bowcaster-spree to off half of Team SpokeEasy before we were a third done... and as the safari wrapped up I was fairly well enamoured with the entire process. Zero email for nearly a week-point-five. Last time that happened? We're talking '95. No_Shit_Friends. A special thanks to the parentals involved in our Sumner "off-route breather", particularly my own, the bearers of tremendous understanding and sustenance. I'll be returning quite soon, that's a guarantee, for a variety of fell purposes.

In closing, would you be interested in the NON_X_RATED trip gems jotted within my APPLE_BLACKBERRY?

You shall now be receiving said gems...
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Sure it's pretty but so is my ass, and you don't go there to drink all night...

What the hell is that, is that shirt "Size Slutty"...

Shell Station, that is what you shall be referred to as going forward...

Do you want a bun... *WOOP*... did I just get busted?

That cat just mutated into Dracula...

The three H's of weed are Happiness, Hunger, and Horniness, and Hunger got the best of you...

PBBs is peanut butter buns, obviously...

You must have a nice big pecker under that belly...

I finally don't look like a smelly foot...

I don't need no pillow my pillow is ____'s testicle...

Please find a cure for sleep apnoea... and soon...

This is Fast Eddie from CLIT_69 in Humboldt...

Nincompoop. Bird brain. Suh suh suhs uhssuhsushu suh suh saddle sore...

I'm up for some buttholes...

Why did I do all of this training again...

Smells like a dead tyrannosaurus with a side of cabbage...

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Whoops, that's about 65/70 percent of the grand total.
We're very, very unclean individuals, wouldn't you say.