RC Weslowski

There was an argument at first but once the Ferris Wheel was given a colonic, Saturday night and I got along infamously well. We went out three wheeling and hyperventilating making sure every agnostic we could find was tossed into a blackberry bush. Some cactus models showed up just about then to see if we were interested in going bowling with the severed head of Al Pacino and we wondered if they knew something we didn’t.

This was obviously a rhetorical question as ever since the Nintendo baking incident wisdom floats through my brain like flour through a sifter. This may be why the goon puddles of Nova Scotia are constantly sending me junk mail on the backs of necrophiliac slugs. I’ve become a sucker for Maritime flower scams. Fortunately my goiter is indefensibly wealthy and prefers spending doubloons on any gin bled cartwheel and junk laced vagistrate it can find. This leaves little time for counting the birthing habits of poultry.