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At five thirty a.m., a truck travelling on 128N/93S kicked up a sewer grate into the windshield of the car behind. The driver got a faceful of metal and was medevac’ed away. Because those grates had been worked on all week by a state contractor, a hefty liability issue can be assumed. The whole area was therefore treated as a crime scene. Hence, the main ringroad around Beantown was shutdown for twelve hours. I mean, twelve hours from Home to Home for an weasel, which is all I care about. I got it coming and going. I have been inhaling air condition and exhaling profanity all day long.

Do your worst. I fear nothing.

sock it to me

Comments


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: July 27, 2007, 10:04 pm

That sucks, Weas. Have a drink. I saw earlier when I was snooping around that you have some fine malt hooch stashed away.

Now is the time!

BTW: I fixed the leak in that rubber doll for you. She’s – ahem – fully functional now.

Meanwhile – to let you know there is justice in the world – I just had my first real shower bath in 2 weeks! It’s been spongebaths and sink shampoos for me ’cause of the stitches/staples. They’re out now.

It was heaven! I feel friggin’ clean again!! I may go do it again in an hour or so – just ’cause I can!

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 28, 2007, 2:59 am

Awwww…you guys cleaned up the place! That’s so sweet!

 


Comment from BONGO MIRROR
Time: July 28, 2007, 3:37 am

Since it is late at night and my inventiveness has all but disappeared into a vortex of goo, I cannot offer you a brand new creation to call your own. Thus, I will offer you this poem that I penned in ages past. Before offering it though, I think that a preamble is required. You may note that this here is a preamble. Even though I’m writing it in the first person, it is fine with me if you read it in your very own first person. You can even reiterate it and make it vastly popular if you want.

Here’s the poem:

I am great.
I am good.
You should thank me for your food.

This here is a postamble. I know it doesn’t really rhyme or scan properly. Think of it as a prose poem with funny line breaks.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 28, 2007, 4:22 am

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Ouch. I got on the highway an hour later and just over that hill in the background, but fortunately going in the other direction.

Every time we have our division meeting in Boston, there’s a grievous accident on the highway in the morning. I think there’s a case to be made against the company…

 


Comment from Pupster
Time: July 28, 2007, 3:36 pm

Or at least a VERY good case for skipping the meetings.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 29, 2007, 6:57 am

Somebody just found this site doing a Google search for “weasel porn.”

Sir? (Or madam, but almost certainly sir). For shame.

 


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: July 29, 2007, 7:43 am

Yeah, he was probably looking for Brenda’s phone number.

 


Comment from Paul Sunstone
Time: July 29, 2007, 8:42 am

Someone please prescribe him heavy medication!

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: July 29, 2007, 9:12 pm

Google-ing away
Visiting various sites
Seeking weasel porn

 


Comment from you don’t know me and I wasn’t here anyway
Time: July 30, 2007, 12:53 am

I googled “hot weasel porn” and got this *$#@*! website. WTF? Not a candid shot of a saucy weasel to be found. False advertising, if you ask me.

There oughtta be a law.

 


Comment from I wasn’t here either….
Time: July 30, 2007, 9:06 am

Well, there used to be a link to some here…. There was this here pic of a hot little ferret in lacy things in the right panel, and if you (heh) pushed her buttons in just the right order, shazammo! I still have the link in my favorites but don’t tell anybody you got it from me –

Insurance Calculations

I calls it that in case me mum comes down in the basement again this year.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 30, 2007, 9:37 am

Damn, Lokki. The spam filter really has it in for you…

 


Comment from Lokki
Time: July 30, 2007, 9:55 am

As well it should.

Still, I wonder what set it off?

Hot?
Lacy?

Or maybe it’s some combination of the words within a certain number of words from each other. I don’t speak assembly language or (or any programming language, really) – but the logic would be something like:

If: “Lacy” lt 4 words distance from “Hot”
Then: crucify.

Lucky that I’ve learned to sew my bail money into my underwear.

 


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: July 30, 2007, 10:08 am

Teasing the Filter again, Lokki? Good.

I bet it was the “virgin” in the link address.

But I’m usually wrong.

 

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