What began a few years ago as a Knitting Blog has devolved into something far more sinister. "She was a lovely girl, prone to frequent fits of tornadic creativity..."
I dreamt that I was hanging out at your house with your kids, sitting on the sofa watching some telly, when this giant cockroach went crawling across the floor. Not just a domestic one, the HUGE man-eating ones like you see in the Amazon Jungle type thing. Tito bent down and picked it up, saying, "Mom could probably cook this up for dinner..."
You were sitting in an armchair saying, "Yeah, I could, but I'm not making my kids eat cockroach just yet" and lit up another cigarette.
Tito kept trying to get me to hold it, but I refused...then the roach turned into a giant Maine lobster, and you told him to go put it out on the front lawn for a while.
The whole time, AC/DC's "Highway to Hell" was playing in the background.
If I visited you, would you make me eat cocklobster? Cause I don't think I could stomach that.
I wasn't going to comment, but my verification word is "mordr" which as Penny the Geek will tell you is one letter off from Mordor, the evil kingdom in The Lord of The Rings, which featured little, if any, knitting.
And just so everyone knows, PK's work was "featured" in yet another publication.
Hey there, I'm Sarah! Part-Time Stay-At-Home Mom, Full- Time Evil Genius. Matriarch of the World-Famous Ape Squad (Beebie, Ry the Pie, and Tito).
Mainly, I write about my knitting and the things that interrupt it - kids, depression, poop, and my everyday struggle to survive in the oppressive wasteland of Suburbia.
I'm not here to blow sunshine up anybody's ass. We're not gonna sit around holding hands and singing Kum Ba Muthahfuggin Yah.
**Check out the new audio clip on my profile. NSFW, of course.**
Rated R For Language and Nudity. Just kidding about the nudity. Maybe.
I'm Not Kidding.
Seriously, if the F-word offends you, you should probably get the f*ck out now, because I can get pretty f*ckin pissed off sometimes. There are days when it f*ckin rains F-bombs in this muthahfuggah.
8 comments:
That turned out really well. I saw that project when it was started. Both times.
I had the weirdest dream about you last night.
I dreamt that I was hanging out at your house with your kids, sitting on the sofa watching some telly, when this giant cockroach went crawling across the floor. Not just a domestic one, the HUGE man-eating ones like you see in the Amazon Jungle type thing. Tito bent down and picked it up, saying, "Mom could probably cook this up for dinner..."
You were sitting in an armchair saying, "Yeah, I could, but I'm not making my kids eat cockroach just yet" and lit up another cigarette.
Tito kept trying to get me to hold it, but I refused...then the roach turned into a giant Maine lobster, and you told him to go put it out on the front lawn for a while.
The whole time, AC/DC's "Highway to Hell" was playing in the background.
If I visited you, would you make me eat cocklobster? Cause I don't think I could stomach that.
You knit? No way!!!
You can tell me to fuck off any time you'd like.
That hat came out great, and I love your model! He has a fabulous career of parties, dieting and cocaine ahead of him if he gets discovered.
No "cocklobster" jokes??
I'd only be worried if she tried to bake it into a cake.
Cakelobster?
Zanti, you twat. :P
Apart from the cockroach that dream sounded awesome, Yorkie.
Is the hat for Perfect Baby? I have to catch up on the blog, I've been busy.
Also, best name for a stuffed animal ever!
I wasn't going to comment, but my verification word is "mordr" which as Penny the Geek will tell you is one letter off from Mordor, the evil kingdom in The Lord of The Rings, which featured little, if any, knitting.
And just so everyone knows, PK's work was "featured" in yet another publication.
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