[Scene: Two gringos on the outskirts of the Pampas…]
Not much room for a pool is there?
We own all the land. We have already made arrangements for relocating the cemetery.
You’re kidding. I mean, that’s sacrilegious, isn’t it?
Don’t worry about it. After all, it’s not ancient tribal burial ground. It’s just… people. We have done it before.”
Well, this village elder keeps talking of a meat ghost that’s gonna-
Silence, you fool!
Been a few years since I’ve done this, but you might have noticed a few weeks back site on involuntary hiatus for a few days – still not out of the hole. (maybe you noticed no wigglies click-thrus, gif hosting bill still has to wait … ).
The site is absolutely more productive when I can afford morning coffee – so please when you bust out your credit card (PayPal, 100% secure) think of it as buying me a brew, or a Van Hagar cassette, or a shitty bicycle … your support has already saved TDT before, even a little bit helps a shit ton.
I could give you war stories about ups/downs of life, but I think y’all would prefer ass. Plus a work schedule change will have more me with more day time to devote to the Tap.
A man can excuse many things, like his wife being a hooker for instance, but no man can overlook the sin of false advertising.
It emerged that the prostitute – who had advertised herself as ‘an attractive 28-year old’ – was actually the man’s 49-year old wife. She was understandably furious to find her husband in the motel room, although after further reflection he was equally angry to learn his wife had been advertising her services on a prostitution website.
I used Google Images to highlight the utter havoc this woman’s lies hath wrought adult services customer base of greater Katy.