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My alter ego, my missing brother was Mitchell Guist has died.

I am an absolute fan of Swamp People, a tv show that features my favorites Mitchell and Glenn Guist.

Their attitude, way of life, personal grooming and clothing choices, particularly the no shoe world, make them my heroes.

I am going to find some alligator to cook and eat in Mitchell's honor.

Gimp

Oooooooooooohhhh!!!!!!

So I come home today and it's another spectacular day at the shit job that I have, and POW.
My ultra-amazing-spectacular-goddess wife moonbeam13 has purchased sneakily and has placed very nicely in front of my computer screen....  wait for it... ready... i know eh...   a MEGARA plate.  It's beautiful.  I used to have a Megara plate, but through the evil jealousy and wanton disregard for her it was melted in an ugly, hostile microwave incident.  Megara... yummy.  This woman of mine (she'll beat me for that) is so nice to me.... I loves her.  Thanks baby.

Yes!  The Icon fairy has visited me while I was sleeping and behold .  The almighty and purely amazing snowunmasked.  Truly she has captured the raw essence of my being.  A Vodka/cranberry in one hand while sitting naked wearing my gimp mask.  Brilliant.

She did it, she went and married me.  I am now officially, unofficially Mr. Moonbeam13.  It was an amazing day, with the perfect people, and as soon as I can get me some images, Ill show you too.

Yes, I haven't been here in a bit, perhaps the tinfoil hat that i use to protect myself from alien/monkey experimentation has messed with me, or i could have been incredibly occupied elsewhere,  whichever one you choose to believe,  it may be.

I am getting a new avatar soon, to better reflect me,  not sure if it'll be a witch spanking me, or just a better gimp representation.. but either would be more appropriate.

i am just home, and am off to get a beverage.. see you later babies!

Whore.  Miserable, ugly and disfigured.

Normally a Drink Fairy is a beautiful thing.  They swoop down, take your order and return with refreshing adult beverages.  Glorious!  But not the one at Lucky Strike last night.  This evil Harpie was everything that a Drink Fairy shouldn't be.  Her shrill voice, did not forewarn of your sweet beverage's arrival,  but rather cast a dark shadow upon you, upon where you would glance up and see that her tray was empty.  No drinks for me.  Her wings should be clipped, I was tempted to rip them from her back, and stab her to death with them and pour my undelivered fantasy drink on her.  Even with her lack of attention to my beveraging and those at the table with me,  I was able to overcome her gross deficiencies and get my drink on.  The group of people at the DA office is great and I had a wonderful time bowling and drinking with them.