lebronomicon edunaedensis.

The discourses revealed unto sensitive ears, things that were like "hard sayings", words a regular person wouldn't dare put in their mouth.

But there, but for the grace of God.

This uh, toxic work environment, mopes and such, tomfoolery and prevalent opioid cocktails.  Better living through pharmacology.  Me dragging a body out behind the house, meanwhile one of her slippers is left behind like an orphan, sitting upturned on the kitchen linoleum.  She kind of flits about, and I'm trying to brain her with a landscaping stone, her squirming and all that.

Slippery like a fish.  Get the jumper cables on her, if for nothing else, hurt her some, but also to hold her down, and leap like MacGuyver for my 6v deep cycle button.  Between huge gulps of air, I'm trying to get out "ride the lightning" like its a catch-phrase(usually my mic skills are at least passable), but the aerobic crap, like training TEN THOUSAND minutes for a ten minute contest.

Flummoxed.  Shagged and fagged, and rolled over into the scrub growth.  Laying there, fly undone, but pecker not hanging out, like "on guard" with the undies in place, but the button open.

Doug still out there?  Well, say your prayers.  Check under the bed before shut-eye and all that.  Don't leave an uncovered foot near the edge of the mattress.

All I hear anyway is a bunch of disgruntled "Nakers", and let's face it, that crap don't even budge the needle in Trump's America.  Cue Chris with his revisionist history.  But anyway, I can't say I've ever been friends with a Naker, but maybe with some that like Nakers.  I mean there are Nakers around.

Now you're gonna tell me that all Nakers play basketball, right?  Is that the depraved stereotypes that we're peddling now?

Some of them are even black, too.