Sometimes, Mimi, my mind is innocent and my language out of the gutter, though I realize the historic context would indicate otherwise. I will guess that today you are too tarred to recognize my intent.
Susankay, although on this blog BB = Byzigenous Buddhapalian, it can also represent Bori Bear, my nom d'ours.
My tired bear ass thanks you, as does the rest of me. Tonight I ran three errands on the way home, unpacked the car, and watered the yard, by which time it was beginning to get dark.
Happy to report that some of the new flowers are doing splendidly. A few have failed but them's the odds. I am about to plant a semicircle of white flowers, an effect I have learned is quite cooling simply to behold on summer days. Tomorrow night I hope to come straight home and work in the yard.
Not so tired tonight but my back has hurt all day. Taking medicinal rum for it.
I am maligned at work along the same vein, Mimi, but it's true. Every now and again, quite by accident, I utter something in which I have pondered only the simplest innocent meaning and others around me leap to outrageous conclusions, led astray by their own filthy minds, no doubt. Note that I said "every now and again." It does happen.
Mostly I'm naughty, of course, and I do not deny it.
Sorry, mindfart. I confused Susankay with Susan S. there. All I can say is the medicinal rum is working. I have met Susankay. And surely we can be naughty next time we meet.
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14 comments:
Awright ya big lazy bear. I'll get ya for this.
Big? Check.
Lazy? Check.
Bear? Check.
Your point being, Grandmère?
This photo, btw, pretty well captured me when I got home from work tonight.
Always assumed BB stood for Big Bear.
I first read "tird" as "turd". I'm just saying. :-)
Sometimes, Mimi, my mind is innocent and my language out of the gutter, though I realize the historic context would indicate otherwise. I will guess that today you are too tarred to recognize my intent.
Susankay, although on this blog BB = Byzigenous Buddhapalian, it can also represent Bori Bear, my nom d'ours.
LOL! Well, God bless your tired bear ass! And we all love you.
My tired bear ass thanks you, as does the rest of me. Tonight I ran three errands on the way home, unpacked the car, and watered the yard, by which time it was beginning to get dark.
Happy to report that some of the new flowers are doing splendidly. A few have failed but them's the odds. I am about to plant a semicircle of white flowers, an effect I have learned is quite cooling simply to behold on summer days. Tomorrow night I hope to come straight home and work in the yard.
Not so tired tonight but my back has hurt all day. Taking medicinal rum for it.
Sometimes, Mimi, my mind is innocent....
Tell me another one, Pablito.
I am maligned at work along the same vein, Mimi, but it's true. Every now and again, quite by accident, I utter something in which I have pondered only the simplest innocent meaning and others around me leap to outrageous conclusions, led astray by their own filthy minds, no doubt. Note that I said "every now and again." It does happen.
Mostly I'm naughty, of course, and I do not deny it.
What is REALLY annoying is when I fully intend to be naughty but no one notices. (sounds like a story people tag but I mean it)
That CAN be annoying, Susan. When we finally meet face to face we can cuss up a storm and misbehave. Of course, in Berkeley no one will notice. Sigh.
Sorry, mindfart. I confused Susankay with Susan S. there. All I can say is the medicinal rum is working. I have met Susankay. And surely we can be naughty next time we meet.
Very telling picture ;=)
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