The Middle Goat's second coming.

[kid_skin]

Comrades of fiction, prime your empty Smirnoff and Jose Cuervo bottles, because Jonny's Salvage Service will be back in town tomorrow. I haven't seen the ocean for five months, so that's a lot of back-logged nautical mail to deliver.

Collection time starts: Saturday @ 7:42AM
anticipate and participateGlass, plastic, we take it all. Caps mandatory

Comments

[bonesandbottles]

Yeah right. Like I'd give these babies up for free.

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[bonesandbottles]

Even if you took that out of context and assumed I sell babies on the black market (and apparently have them around the house?) you wouldn't be surprised, would you?

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[kid_skin]

What do you..like, preserve your mini squid in them? That's pretty cool, you should hang onto those.

[bonesandbottles]

How did you know? It's like Frankenstein's lab over here.

[kid_skin]

Sick. Can I watch you revive one next time it storms?

[bonesandbottles]

Hell yes you can.

Are you really going to the beach?

[kid_skin]

Wicked.

Yeah, I've got a metric ton of mail to dispatch with the tide. Then corndogs, dude, I don't think they even have those in South Dakota, they're totally freakish like...anti-corndog baptists or something. You want to come?

[bonesandbottles]

Fuck yes I want to come. I haven't sent off bottle letters in a long time. And then boardwalk food in January? Speaking my language.

Also. What is South Dakota doing without corndogs? They're a staple of American culture.

[kid_skin]

Awesome. Sunday at noon, dude, I have like forty bottles, so the bus driver will totally hate us.

I think its like some sacred oath that they can only eat animals they slaughtered themselves, or got at White Castle. I mean how would you even make a buffalo corndog?