WARNING: Extremely Foul (No Pun Intended) Tongue Herein...

Honest This Time, Folks...
[Just A Heads-Up To The Delicate-Of-Ear...]

I awoke from last night's 'nap' (can't rightly call 1.5 hours of sleep a night's rest, now can ye?) to a financial butt-fucking-- ol' Cyggie being recipient...

I had a good talk with Joe Schmoe last month at XYZ Corp-- a financial lending institution. My primary question was confirmed-- APRIL was to be my last large (e-)three-figure payment to said corp, leaving debt settled.

HA!

Turns out what we'll call a "mutual oversight" was made. Long about midnight last here come-a some'un with a handfull of sand...(versus K.Y., y'ken...)

I won't bore you with petty details. What I AM going to do is piss and moan that this raping , on top of that Gods-forsaken buick [I refuse to call her by name until or unless she starts acting right], is continually bleeding me profusely from the anus...

Originally I wanted to tuck tail-feathers between swan-waddling legs, to fly to some safe misanthropic haven and hide from the world in general and blog obligations in particular, if but [heh! quit with the puns already!] only for a few days.

I decided in stead to ride [fly?] it out-- to WRITE IT out... After all, there's a large handfull of you out there whom I consider close family, and the remainder of you are, minimally, good friends. And if one canna cry to friends and fambly, well... s/he hath no tears to shed...

Quickly, then, I recovered from the piss-poor-excuse-for-a-human-being-feeling the event dragged me into, realizing it ultimately matters most that the excessive additional time needed to recover from this dick-it-to-ya, Cygnus! debacle will stall THAT MUCH LONGER my escape to the Ozarks.
I don't know how much longer-- that depends on how much that bitch-assed buick (I won't even properly CAPITOLIZE it..),which went to shop yester'een, sucks from me sphincter by weeks end...But, [Cat]man [and Brother Bulls-- hey! doncha love we're all ANIMALS? I ne'er afore noted, consciously... HAR!], delay be DELAY... And de lay SUKKS!!!!!!!

Okay, I reckon that's enough spittle-spewing for one sitting...
So, until the next thing pops ITS ugly head up {and you KNOW, folks, if it ain't the one thing it'll be the next}...

Slainte, Folks!

(erm.. and, uh-- sorry fer gettin' the feces in yer ear...)

Cygnus