Freshy

Fred reminds me of sauces.

May the air be thick of odor above your lip.

Do not call this a return. This is something new. And flimsy. And flimsaaay. Please take a moment to glance at your clock calendars and make note of said date time. This one will go down in history and be remembered globes over. Something old, something new, something blue and yet still nothing for you.

So that we all have it straight, take heed. JVo will spill your drinks, Skeegs can sway the meek. ESN will soil your sheets. Lee Sweat will leave your feet.

The day I met Fred. There are events in ones life that you will forget and there are events in ones life that you will never remember. I do not remember meeting Fred. I attribute this to the fact that I haven’t ever met him. Ever. I have met people who have met with Fred but never have I had such treasure. As much as I want to make meet with this man, I fear it will not happen until the Dallas/Fort Worth Metro-mess eventually expands to include Austin. Once that bears fruit, WHOOOWEEEE it is on and poppin. Break down the door and get all up in Katie for barring it cause we came to party.

Now for the jokes….

Until further notice

Sixxx Nuttts?

This is a dare, Medman

Dance.

Dissuade, Disswindle

TEST BED:


A complete form of exercise and restriction.

Skin falls.
King Fred lied. Space Space.
Where the FGUCK were you? Where the yFuck where you?



A+

Try Not To Do That Again, Fred

It was a little like peeling an orange. But this time the orange could talk. We are hearing the choking and the moaning and all we can think about is fruit. This fruit peeling is the opposite of a massage. Piercingly orange tendrils are frayed in infinite agony. I'm disconnected from the face that used to be Oliva. But Fred maintains that he is closer to her than ever. The doctor said that not a square inch of flesh would be left. The pieces of paper adhered to her body much like a cut that Fred would get whilst shaving. There was a loud exhalation and then... nothing.

Your Liver Don't Live Here

Discontent, she always seemed to merge into his knife. The Custodian was a Doctor. It was all bad advice, awful food, wrong prescriptions, and too little too late.
One of Oliva's crutches were broken. Fred held her shoulder..................... ........................... "Fred, you're here to give and give, that's a fine thing".

This time while slipping, she closed her eyes.