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If it was boneprone posing as JJ, he'd have mentioned his ferocious crotch crabs by now.
Bone, move to the desert. 122 in Death Valley yesterday. Your crabs will die, like most everything else out here. I have a small tree along my front fence - it fucking melted. It is laying on the ground, as soft as a freakin jump rope. 128 is the local record, I think it will break it August. When that happens I will dump ice in my pool and refuse to come out. I'm already cookoo for fucking cocoa puffs. I feel like I am trapped in a Zima comercial.
I am waiting to hear the convention goers bitch and moan of groin parasites. I will be amused when it begins.
PeteDaFly, I am sorry I didn't meet up with you there, bro. I never made it into town. Had some important personal matters that needed my attention, and there was no way I could go to Vegas for cocktails and a face to face. Did you meet up with VE? Hope you had fun.
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