Velociworld

DOUBLE DUTY

I swear, it takes a nice tangerine-sized slice of pineal gland for me to even crawl upon the Office Depot swivellah to post a fucking post. The only reason I am prolific tonight is because I finally figured out to make a meth lab in the back of the Blazer, epiphysian by-product being in short supply here in horse-farm and nymphomaniac housewife country. (An aside: yup. I put that 2 + 2 together, too. What's their problem??)

At any rate, the hauntingly dangerous Queenie is not only waxing chaotic and hot at her own site, she is doing a masterful job of filling the pixel void at Deadman's, with help from some friends. Man, I haven't had that much energy since I pounced on Sammy in Helen.

In my favor, I'm only 18 miles from the Fountain of Youth in St. Augustine, where I might lap the waters like a stray dog from the grudgingly bestowed water bowl. Although I have it on good authority that that particular miracle is, in fact, a grievously cheesy tourist trap. So... there's that.

Must run now. That many links, people are going to start stop calling me a whore.