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Dirty Fuckers

The uncivilized behavior of the marauding Philistine hoardes never ceases to amaze me. It wouldn't be so bad if we had some quality control standards for what gets let into the country. But nooooo! What we get are dirty fuckers who come into your yard, take a massive runny shite into a plastic grocery bag, wipe their arse with a tea towel, and toss the whole lot into your lillies. Dirty fucking bastards! Stay the hell out of my yard!

No Country For Old Xuls

I didn't care for that movie one bit and I care even less about stumbling into its plot yesterday. I'd just like all the local riffraff to know that the grounds of El Castillo de Xul are no place for your activities. And if anyone shows up with one of those compressed air thingies you are hereby warned- I'm noone to be trifled with.

Fuck right off!

So, uh...huh, huh,huh...you like to eat out? Huh, huh, huh

Yes, I'll admit it, I have a junior high sense of humor. And it's pictures like these that have the power to get me out of my blog funk and get back to posting.









Hey Knudie, I didn't know ya had a place in Delaware?

I'll also admit that one of my goals in life is to own my own pub and call it The Budgie's Tongue. And I don't care a lick if it sounds like a leezer bar.