Set sail for the hills! Cry "hatrack" and let slip the sloths of confusion! Islander's getting ready to tell everyone the real truth about how the Marx brothers killed the Kennedys.

GeneP59 sleeps to a collection of snipe-hunting calls from Seventies campgrounds in the western mountains. 

"If he don't get his pudding, SFW is meaner'n a diamondback in high mercury, stronger'n a cactus ape diggin' caliche for sand-clams, and stanker'n a mud shark on a three-day clothesline," says Manbird, spitting his gum into an old sock he affectionately calls "Sara". "You get me, son?"

Most people have the sense to just nod. But not oldviolin! No, he's set hard on that wee little pea of truth that keeps the princess up in the silent hours. So he asks, "what's the over and under on all that risotto you just ladled, compadre?"

Remember that one time when Manbird walked into pottery class, dropped a fresh dog turd on the wheel, and made a flawless cereal bowl from it?

If so, reach out to the Reno Superior Court and ask for the Trauma Compensation office. You may be entitled to a settlement.

Oldv likes to take a couple of concrete nails and pin a flip-flop to his driveway so he can scream, "YOU DON'T GET IT! YOU JUST DON'T GET IT!" at the footwear until he falls asleep on the spot, pants down and snoring his way to sunrise.

RD has been spotted.  No he has spots everywhere on his body. Just don’t engage him when he ask you to connect them.   

I know, dots not nice.

OldV is the number 2 seller of doggie diapers in the South. Not only is he the seller, but he’s a wearer of those fine garments. He says it sure beats lifting his leg when going out for a night of prune juice swilling.

Manbirdio wears a bespoke suit made from poisoned pigeons from the park.

The other day I was recalling to Winter that time me and VV and manbird were hanging out at some dive
and as usual Veev and manbird were wiffed and hasseling the various and sundry ladies as they passed by our table.
Anyhow manbird is in this lady's face trying to sell her some go-go boots he found under a fire escape where he aboded...abided...something
Veev suddenly yells out; "those are my go-go boots you some of a bitch!" Crazy, right? The whole dump got quiet and the music stopped playing and from the dark resesses of a dank corner, a whisper. Barely audible. Scratchy. Bent.
"I'm your huckleberry".
Winter just gazed at me all doe-eyed. "I couldn't help myself", he said. "I just love me some go-go boots." 

 Manbird wondered back into that corner and disappeared with his beautiful scuffy white go-go boots. 
Apparently VV got mugged in one of the back alley 'pay as you go' restroom facilities.

I got the hell out of there before the lights went out and push came to shove.
I couldn't find my car because I didn't drive. Took awhile to figure that out.

winter pines for the days in COVID lockdown when he spent his time organizing his Pro Bowling Tour trading card collection.

never use a bathroom after GeneP59. you'd be surprised how quickly he can set up a webcam.

Maryte was seen today chucking woodchucks into the woodpile. Video at 11.

Stay clear of winter after he chows down on California reapers. Especially when he bends over and fires a 12 foot flame out his azz. It’s been known to knock over brick walls with ease devolving the mortar to sand. 

Islander was the coolest kid on campus for about a minute in high school, when all the other kids had stayed home with "snipe fever". 

It's a fond memory.

Lazy8's investment portfolio includes $70k in chocolate coins.

Maryte once proudly punched a pie pickler parked in front of a Peter Piper Pizza for trying to sell sea shells by the skylight.

Coaxial keeps a few things in his go bag: an Uno deck, two liters of bottled water, a sack of Hello Kitty gum, and a busted Kindle with go bag instructions on it.

If you ever want to really rev Veev's engine, you'll be the first.

islander's side hustle is "Prison Break Coordinator" but so far his biggest gig was setting some lab rats free at the regional pharmaceutical lab.  

winter prefers his women... moldy.