Ratlicks

Keesie, who I think might be inhabited by gazelles, or some other jumpy animal over there across the sea; you know, like gnus or smchaleitsticks or ranging hoardwogs, has dared his readers to post like other bloggers, or himself.

Now, I’ve been remiss in visiting and commenting on my bloggy friends’ places lately due to MEETINGS. FuCking MEETINGS. ANd fatiGUE. BUBt, this I had to address.

SESpecially since he will be blogging me, Bane and Goldbloom in his own setting. Because he disagreed with us at some point and lived. Call me crazy but, sheet man, I don’t remember frightening him that badly. It may have been a bad day. Not that I ever have those. Now, the others, …

Kidding! Kidding! oh piffle and sniffle

So I will be doing:
Raaitlaaik Sweething.
Raiitlaaik Bane
Raaitlaaik Goldbloom
Raaitlaaik Froth
And I hope they will be doing WriteLike KeesKennis (that is if they can get Drunk/Dumb/Stupid/Smart enough)

Please call your post RAAITLAAIK (assholeorwhoeveah)

What scares me is that I almost understnad somEof thet.

So, I’m blogging herrrrrrre for the Kees whoo’s been interrupted by real life, so his Tuesday thingie may be delayed. I’m hopeiiing that he’s okay. Because this is just too much adventure.

(INsert photO of crackadole injgesting an HOOTERS Gril here) Gators agot your cracker!?

(Insert phot of serene sunrise over the SMCHooVanDERHeortengins Villey of Peace whereeeeeee the local et brined jackal eggs) You stateside couldt HANtle the tartiness!

(Insert hphotoshoppd thong on nyubile ass of waitreSS serving KEESK a warm shot of witterbuffalo spew) DOn’t tip, do ya? I think SO!!!

It’s a beginning. A genesis as it were. I feel the creative juices lapping about.

Oh shut up, they’re not fo ryou.