su-su-su-super bass
Back, muthassssss. And nearly better than ever. As I await Diva's summons to signal her preparation for departure for the eve.
Slowly getting our groove back, Stella style round the shop. Bounced back in Monday avro and took a few couple of days to recharge and help Dajve and - taaaaake my now lord, visit mi familia, but popped back in today. Sal and Paisley managed to do one thing correctly in hiring someone to fix the pipe in the back, and cleaned all our tubing equipment while Rab and I were away. They didn't even break anything this time and booked some work. Rab seems to be coming round a bit. Hasn't been back to work yet, but he knows he's got time. At least he's not completely reclusive cause I was reliably informed when I got home that he does like 'Italian like Christmas food' by a piccolo biscotto.
Same little bit was out shopping for kitchen shite the other day, because she's realizing my family usually hosts this holiday mess at a restaurant for a reason but, she is nothing if not...steadfast! My wife. In the kitchen. Come se mia moglie potrebbe essere più caldo. REGARDLESSSSSS she got these fucking pants wettingly epic Dr Dre fridge poetry magnets that we have not stopped playing with for two days. You should hear Queen DJ Dajve wax poetic about 'res blunt smoking muthafuckerz from Indonesia beeeeeyotch' cause it is well ground breaking. Also, why the fuck does our Dr Dre poetry magnet set have 'Indonesia' included in it? Chicken or egg I suppose.
Oh she needs zipping up! Right then, zipping off. (My trousers.)
Slowly getting our groove back, Stella style round the shop. Bounced back in Monday avro and took a few couple of days to recharge and help Dajve and - taaaaake my now lord, visit mi familia, but popped back in today. Sal and Paisley managed to do one thing correctly in hiring someone to fix the pipe in the back, and cleaned all our tubing equipment while Rab and I were away. They didn't even break anything this time and booked some work. Rab seems to be coming round a bit. Hasn't been back to work yet, but he knows he's got time. At least he's not completely reclusive cause I was reliably informed when I got home that he does like 'Italian like Christmas food' by a piccolo biscotto.
Same little bit was out shopping for kitchen shite the other day, because she's realizing my family usually hosts this holiday mess at a restaurant for a reason but, she is nothing if not...steadfast! My wife. In the kitchen. Come se mia moglie potrebbe essere più caldo. REGARDLESSSSSS she got these fucking pants wettingly epic Dr Dre fridge poetry magnets that we have not stopped playing with for two days. You should hear Queen DJ Dajve wax poetic about 'res blunt smoking muthafuckerz from Indonesia beeeeeyotch' cause it is well ground breaking. Also, why the fuck does our Dr Dre poetry magnet set have 'Indonesia' included in it? Chicken or egg I suppose.
Oh she needs zipping up! Right then, zipping off. (My trousers.)