Trooper York: OH MY GOD....DEAD WOMBAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD!!!!

Saturday, April 13, 2013

OH MY GOD....DEAD WOMBAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD!!!!

I think it was a really, really late term abortion.

(This photo makes garage mahal hungry)

22 comments:

windbag said...: Loudon Wainwright III approves of this thread.; April 13, 2013 at 7:29 PM
chickelit said...: deadwomb@inga.commie is enough to give men pause.; April 13, 2013 at 8:03 PM
chickelit said...: My.; April 13, 2013 at 8:21 PM
Chip S. said...: Goodness had nothing to do with it.; April 13, 2013 at 8:22 PM
MamaM said...: TY, like others in the dissuction didn't get the God part right.

In Wombat World it's GAWD

followed by LMAO

for the perfect mix of derision and superiority.

Like other marsupials, wombats give birth to tiny, undeveloped young that crawl into pouches on their mothers' bellies. A wombat baby remains in its mother's pouch for about five months before emerging

Good thing that behavior was evolved out of humans. Imagine the mess if tiny undeveloped human offspring were able to crawl toward a safe place for five more months of development before emerging. Seal clubbing would pale by comparison.; April 13, 2013 at 10:52 PM
chickelit said...: Someone please write some chirbit script.; April 13, 2013 at 11:53 PM
Titus said...: Hi Everyone!

Happy Boston Marathon weekend-we are surrounded by Kenyans-who are not hot.

Anywho last night I went out to take the rare clumber out for his late night tinky winky. It the entry way there was this guy sleeping and I couldn't get out. He didn't live here, didn't look homeless, but wouldn't leave until I threatened to call the cops. He then told me he lives in the hood, knows who I am is going to kill me and my dog (how weird with the whole Dorothy/Wizard and how The Wiz movie is go Gay)...followed up with a faggot...fun.

I didn't know what shape the beamer was going to be in this morning but it was fine. Now I just have to wait until he kills me.

Next, today went to the beach. Then went to clam shack on beach, rare clumber in back of beamer, older lady comes up to me tell me how well behaved he is and tells me about the movie Hachi or something like that-with Richard Gere and the dog that waits for him by the subway everyday, guy croaks, dog still waits for him.

So she tells me how much she loves the movie and goes in detail about the movie and then out of the blues asks me if I am catholic. I say yes and she says, "here's a rosary". So I have a rosary now.

tits.; April 14, 2013 at 4:09 PM
MamaM said...: Hmmm.

A death threat
followed by
A descriptive picture of death and mourning.
followed by
The gift of a garland of roses .

Out of the blues, Titus, it appears as if you may have been visited and/or touched by an angel or two. Perhaps a pair of them, one dark, one light, in keeping with your preferences. Appropriately or inappropriately touched is now the question that remains, as yet, unanswered.; April 14, 2013 at 4:34 PM
MamaM said...: Also, chickelit, "aging" as a dick descriptor goes along with sad and shriveled.

Time is the enemy of fab. It undermines accrued and accumulated physical glories, with the lives we've touched for good being the only treasure that sifts out and survives the advancing decay.; April 14, 2013 at 4:50 PM
Titus said...: Very interesting Mamam.

This what happened to me over the past 24 hours.

I think you are right. I was touched by the devil and the angel.

Wow, how insightful mamam.

Now what?; April 14, 2013 at 7:21 PM
chickelit said...: I would buy a handgun for protection, Titus. Are they legal in Boston?; April 14, 2013 at 7:47 PM
Titus said...: The dark angel of devil last night was dark-not dark in brownie but tall and dark-there were two quarters in the foyer of the building this morning from where he was sleeping-what does that mean?

The light angel was actually very white with white hair and rather old. She actually followed me down the beach about 5 blocks because she wanted to tell me about the movie and obviously give me the rosary beads.

The beads were in a bag and had a little brochure.
The brochure was from The Holy Cross Family Ministries in North Easton, MA. They also have theater productions.

MMMMM.

Very interesting.; April 14, 2013 at 8:08 PM
Titus said...: Mamam, you are telling me to stop being fab...right?

Do you think I need to change? And if so, how?

What I type, ball cleansing, my job, attitude, loft, clothes, Cambridge?

I don't talk in my daily life like I do here...obviously.; April 14, 2013 at 8:16 PM
chickelit said...: GAB, an unpublished Wacky Packages spoof of FAB.; April 14, 2013 at 8:34 PM
MamaM said...: I wouldn't dream of telling you what to do Titus. But I'll say this: Two Coins in the Doorway after a brush with a Dark One do not bode well.

Two quarters could represent a bet, or they might symbolize the Coins of the Dead-the coins used in some cultures to keep the dead person's eyes closed.

Then again, they might be an invitation to play Gay Quarters; April 14, 2013 at 9:01 PM
Titus said...: Mamam, now you are being sarcastic.

Now you made me think all night about being touched by a dark and light angel-was that a joke too?

I started getting chills thinking about what I encountered-and weirdly it wasn't sex.

I work closely with a VP at my office who makes shit loads of money. We talk a lot. She and I are both big time extroverts at work and introverts at home.

What does that mean/; April 14, 2013 at 9:29 PM
Titus said...: Mamam, I have never heard of gay quarters.

You really know gay shit, huh?

Do you religious people think of meeting angels every day?

My rare clumber is my angel....weep weep.

I told my mom the light angel story today-not the dark one because she would freak.

We spoke about all the little places on the rosary and each 10 or so pearls represent a prayer. My mom said she loves those prayers because they are all about mother-and then she started crying and told me how much he loved me and missed....and that that my sisters never call or stop over to see her.; April 14, 2013 at 9:37 PM
ricpic said...: Titus and me, we both know it's all about misdirection, don't we, Titus? Just keep squirting out the squid ink and they'll never know. Know what you ask? Ya got me.

The main thing is to make oneself appear warm and fuzzy. Troop's the true master in that department. And Sixty will have none of it...NONE OF IT!; April 14, 2013 at 10:26 PM
chickelit said...: Integrity is hard to fake.; April 14, 2013 at 10:37 PM
chickelit said...: The reason I say that is that I can tell who has it and who doesn't.; April 14, 2013 at 10:38 PM
ricpic said...: ...I can tell...

Well, now we're into dangerous territory. Dare I say more? Nah.

Night all.; April 14, 2013 at 10:47 PM
chickelit said...: I mean, I can tell...but I wouldn't..because...I have it!; April 14, 2013 at 10:52 PM

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