Thursday, June 17, 2010

Warning: DO NOT Read My Next Post!

I am NOT fucking kidding about this! Because the next post, which should be going up in a matter of minutes, is the Nearly-Lost Who Post I warned about yesterday and it is really long, and really boring and just all over the place in terms of subject matter and frankly, Reader, even though I have the same amount of contempt for you that you have for me — i.e., a LOT — you really don't deserved to be treated that badly, i.e., with such utter contumely.

I am dead serious about this. My next post will kill your brainpan dead if you even start to read it.

Don't worry, the one after it, which I'll be posting as soon as I write it, will be safe1 for you to read. It'll be about this morning's craptacular Kankle Run.

Spoiler! Yes, my ankle are bleeding!

And because I didn't include it in my last post, here's a picture of Morgan The Dog, He of Teh Toxic Pee:

Uh, actually, fucking Blogger is not letting me upload pix at the moment.

I'll try to add Morgan to this post later.

Sorry, B*tch!
Woo-Hoo! Blogger finally let me post Morgie's Xmas Pic!

1 "Safe" being defined as "as safe for human consumption as any of the other typical garbage you'd find here".



    Shetland Sheepdog, for you purists.

    Ok, you are forgiven for referring to a 11 min pace as craptastic.

    Next up: Ian AND Morgan, please!

  2. Geez. I didn't even want to venture near your last post with the scary intimidating footnotes.

    Morgan looks like he should have very mild non-toxic pee. You sure you're not the one killing your grass?

  3. Wait. Aren't most of your pots all over the place?! Can't wait to read...