I'm a little dirtier, smokey, mosquito bit, spider violated, and my gut churns from the ingestion of under-cooked, dead animal meat. There even may be a faint wiff of jacaranda that always reminds me vaguely of piss....Jesus! I hope it’s not actually piss? There seemed to be a free-for-all urinal behind a nearby tent that makes me wonder. However, the mattress stayed harder than I did, I took that all important step closer to alcohol poisoning, and the raccoons did provide some entertainment as they squabbled over ill-gotten hotdog buns and proceeded to tear each other to shreds.
So the week that just passed us by: a day late and, (as mentioned), a hotdog bun short. It saw us break records for electricity use during an unforgiving heat wave, until the urine test came back positive for steroids and the records were rescinded.
We became only the third nation to approve same sex marriage, which puts us right up there with Belgium and the Netherlands. Next up? Interspecies marriage.
Shark attacks continued along the coast in Fla. I have one statement to make to the people of Florida, "you’re going to need a bigger boat."
Another reality show was launched. This one, called Being Bobby Brown follows the Brittany debacle with hubby Kevin Federline. I think I’ll just wait til they dump all these losers on the next edition of The Surreal Life with Ron Jeremy, Courtney Love, Bubbles the Chimp and that chick who had an online casino tattooed to her forehead for 10 grand.
In the Death of the week category, that guy, you know who I’m talkin’ about. He may have been on Hogan’s Heros as well, but he was the voice of Tigger. Yup, he’s pushing up daisies. So sad, and he was the only one.
The Cat came back as well, that miserable mess that was the Rochester to Toronto Ferry is apparently in operation once again until the new operators go bankrupt that is. I mean Rochester? Fuck! Where do I get my brochures? I want to book my next vacation now ahead of the rush.
Did you watch Live 8, or go? I didn't, although someone did haul a 27" plasma out to the camp grounds. I was only interested in seeing a few of the acts anyway, Garik Sucachev, Mahotella Queens, Le Vibrazeoni, and Bjork. I know what you're saying, "Stange, are you fuckin' nuts and pissin' crazy? Bjork?"
I sure talked alot about piss in this post, didn't I?
2 comments:
So here I was,googling pottahawk after the sunday pissup dreading the fact that I may see myself somewhere on the internet unclothed and for that matter, wasted as a fish drowned in rye. Dont ask.
Thankfully two days after the glorious event and nothing yet. Thank the pottahawk gods.
It was all in good fun. My shoulders and nose are starting to peel already. Still recovering from the alchol poisoning , but almost ready to do it again! n
Going back to pottahawk this weekend. Hopefully the urine will have flowed into the lake a little better at that point.
Happy Drinking :)
I won't tell you where I'm peeling.
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