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I “felt” it necessary…Well hello there fellow christians and non-christians!
I’m a little riled at having access to “Smifs de la Word”, thanks to Miranda & Collene.
This either means that…

a.) there is trust in our relationship(s).
b.) someone was nippin’ at the bottle when they invited me to author a few “word-sayin’s”.
c.) them’s just plain cray-cray in the noggin’ for bestowing me with this awesome, unbridled power.

Seriously, can i really use the description “fucktard” in my missives without someone breaking into my tenement condo, kicking away the splintered door only to drag me out to the hallway to place my mouse hand on a cinderblock & smash it with a….well, you get the idea. Wow. What a kooky ruckus THAT would be. My neighbors would surely lend a hand by peering through their peepholes, (providing they’re not covered in blood) and call 911?! My money is on them turning up their TV’s so as to drown out the noise.

Anyhoo, I have a couple of ideas that have been rattling around in my brain that I would WUV to share with all y’all. And by brain, I mean this…I’ve always pictured my brain as a gourd that’s been hollowed out & dried where the only thing left is one seed…rattling around…Ka-tink! Ka-tink…………….ka…..tink. But it would be a pretty gourd. THIS gourd would be the show-pony of an autumnal* cornucopia display, replete with pretty maroon dried corn and little mini hay bales.

I have every intention to keep abreast of all that happens in my daily commute on the CTA.
Like the time I sat in tinkle. Oh, or the time a lady tore out pages of a magazine, balled them up & threw them at me…or……………stay tuned. Oh, there are some times I might get my arse kicked by trying to photo document some of the transit experiences, but I think every corresponding reporter knows how to gauge the risks…I ask of you, be patient with my excessive use of dots where comma’s and/or semi colons are to be used.

Word up.

KP

*A period of maturity verging on decline.

Well, that speaks volumes.

June 27, 2006. Uncategorized. 7 Comments.

7 Comments

  1. Collene replied:

    yay! welcome kp! the more smifs the better, that’s my motto.

    June 27th, 2006 at 6:52 pm. Permalink.

  2. KP replied:

    let’s play the game where we put “in bed” after every statement…like, “the more smifs the better…in bed”…haw haw!

    June 27th, 2006 at 6:54 pm. Permalink.

  3. LD replied:

    gosh I sure do enjoy the way you type…

    Velcome to Vordsmifs!

    June 27th, 2006 at 7:19 pm. Permalink.

  4. Anne replied:

    So far on my vacation I have been rained on, burned out, and I just had to move hotel rooms because of a little waterbug problem. But thinking of you sitting in tinkle on a CTA train reminds me why I may still be able to find it within my soul to embrace the fair state of Vermont.

    TINKLE. oh ewwwwww.

    June 27th, 2006 at 8:09 pm. Permalink.

  5. Miranda replied:

    Yay! Congrats to the newest Smif. I’ll throw balled up magazine pages at you anytime you like, KP.

    June 28th, 2006 at 9:23 am. Permalink.

  6. Michael replied:

    KP I will cuddle up to you anytime in the hobo’s corner where we can lick grease off of the windows and toss sunflower seed shells like rice at a wedding. It shall be festive.

    June 28th, 2006 at 3:06 pm. Permalink.

  7. Collene replied:

    fezes hurt.

    June 28th, 2006 at 9:00 pm. Permalink.

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