skibi doo...

a bite that stings...
a bird that sings...
a soul to save...
a path to pave...
a game to play...
some words to say...
a face, a smile...
a track, a mile...
the woods, they call...
WASSUP Y'ALL?

the much anticipated return of the prodigal striker.
friends, country-men, hetrosexuals!!! lend me your kleats!! i have returned!! verily much has happened since my last post... the most significant of which is me losing to my younger brother at pithu gole garam (aka seven tiles)... i have shamed myself

i am leaving far too many posts as drafts... why? because, i am santa clause (see left margin) and you will never appreciate my dilemmas.... also, december draws neigh... the kids have needs... many mouths to feed... peotry seems to be the flavor of the season, but one has to acquire a taste for cream puffs, yes?

khair... long story short... i was in me village... but more pertinant is my friend, mcfussto's conundrum ... 'what did the brother say?'

AHA! yes, for that is the question for the ages... one that many a philosopher have attempted to answer... many have tried... all have failed. however, like the oracale forwsaw, i can help you get started on your journey, by pointing my finger at an all encompassing theory... what theory, pray tell, one might ask? none other than (revered silence) the two woman theory. (silence continues)... but wait... whats this? AN ANT AND A MAGNIFYING GLASS!!! sniker, chuckle, hyuk(s)...

status: busy :D (moray padal)

for when the boys came out to play...
some found gals, the rest were gay!!

as always
safe...