Morning coffee enriches the blend by being drank outside. Surveying the swath of land before me I sight damage done, the deed complete. 10 or 12 stalks horizontal with ears missing or ravaged. I provide a sumptuous crop of grass full of bugs for you to excavate while in turn you aerate my lawn. Is there no respect in your world my fair Mephitis mephitis.
And no, that is not a misprint, you, must use both terms for the stripped skunk. I surmise that because u have a skin of his brethren on my motorcycle seat, he is getting back at me. Such petty animalistic behavior. I thought more of you.
The pictures I posted and video I shot of you posturing around in the rising of the sun, you owe me more. I don’t smell and you don’t stink, except in an actionable way. Should I litigate? Would that make you happy? Would you feel exonerated in your peeling and gnawing on my corn patch?
I know we are not “on the land” per se, but you could have asked. I can fetch machine grown cobs any time. Hand grown is so much sweeter, it only shows your snooty dietary preferences for the best. Let me tell you the best is yet to come if your behaviour persists. I too can get my own Skunk pelt locally if need be. Take heed my striped friend.
At the juncture I am leaning toward the LePew, more than the Pepe.
Pour some deep filtered, Fanny.
Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C.
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