What's that rising from the ashes? Some sort of phoenix shaped object?
I was forced to take refuge in my fortress of solitude until my important work was completed. Your patience is appreciated.
posted by Mr. King at 5:35 PM
Thursday, March 02, 2006
I was forced to take refuge in my fortress of solitude until my important work was completed. Your patience is appreciated.
About Me
- Name: Mr. King
- Location: Chicago, Illinois
Athletic build, chiseled features, laughing blue eyes, the works!
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12 Comments:
Who's in there with you? I sense a scandal!
Just a modest travel harem. Nothing to go spouting off to the wife about, I can assure you.
Were you hiding from FDC? Is he wanting to be naughty with you again?
Again would imply a break... so technically, no...but yes.
If by the term "phoenix" you mean "penis" and "work" you mean "taking sloth to new heights" I completely condone your Jeff Busch man-love fortnight. Say it loud, say it proud!
I'll have the Febreeze and Resolve delivered.
Funny you should be the first to ask.
The nipple helmet is worn so that I can easily provide succor to the masses. My particular "succor offering" is in the form of wisdom... which I keep stored in my head... hence the nipple helmet. It really works too. Don't believe me? C'mon over and give my helmet a succ... or not.
PS - I also have a dandy headache cure.
PSS - My doctorship is an honorary degree
Hopefully the "succor" exhumed from that helmet is wiser than what comes out of his mouth.-
You can succ my helmet too! On second thought, you can't. I don't want it to reek of cloves and whatever you feed the cat... share with the cat... scavenge from the cat.
My 'cat' is your 'scat' I suppose.
WHuh? That's less witty than usual. Hang your witless head in shame.
Hah. Witless.
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