Velociworld: THE GULL REEF CLUB

July 7, 2006

I had to add this blog to the roll. I mean, when someone describes you as

Sort of a modern day Rhett Butler-Edgar Allen Poe mix crossed with a monkey and steeped in a solution of alcohol and opiates.

Well, it's humbling. Made me want to go die in a ditch by a tavern of the consumption.

Posted by Velociman at July 7, 2006 9:36 PM

Comments

My, my, my.

Puts my "half of a kind" to shame.

Posted by: De Doc at July 7, 2006 11:01 PM

Flattery will get you Velociman.

Posted by: Anna at July 8, 2006 12:50 AM

Every time. And two or three other things as well.

Posted by: Velociman at July 8, 2006 1:17 AM

Hmmm...monkeys, alcohol and opiates...that's what it takes, eh? ;)

Posted by: Lisa W. at July 8, 2006 10:12 AM

Don't die Vman! At least not for those New York Gull guys. They might bury you head first and use you cruelly to park their bikes.Please! No!

Bob

Posted by: Bob Baird at July 8, 2006 1:10 PM

Aw shucks...

But a ditch is so Dickens. A Butler-Poe-monkey death would somehow involve velvet and maybe a den paneled with exotic rainforest wood...wouldn't it?

Jaime

Posted by: The Gull Reef Club at July 8, 2006 10:56 PM

A Poe-monkey death would involve a body stuffed up a chimney, wouldn't it?

Posted by: triticale at July 10, 2006 1:22 AM