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Saturday, September 02, 2006

CORMILLION FACE-SLIDE

Chris, my wife, weighs in here w/ a Heavy-Psych tissue-paper construct:



(He's well wrapped-up for a Martian silicon slice-storm, I reckon...slippery Sister Sh'haaan got him tagged for a Velo Hunt. Let's hope he don't drink that scrimson schrinn-juice, eh?)

Fuck, Dave the Head rang earlier. "Morris-Dancers of Gor"...

6 Comments:

At 3:08 am, Blogger Spiker said...

Yo Kek,
I got the same phone call - talk about a blast from the past. Had to pop down the Butchers and meet him, he's still much the same as ever and really into his beer and folk music. He's now married and working in Basingstoke but otherwise still the same old Dave.
Cheers,
Spike.

 
At 9:52 am, Blogger doppelganger said...

hey.... 'bloggers of gor'?

 
At 10:16 am, Blogger kek-w said...

Yeah, same old Dave:

His wife's a highly-paid chartered accountant, but she's (heh) also a white witch.

Wouldn't've minded seeing him for a drink.

 
At 10:16 am, Blogger kek-w said...

"White-Witch Accountants of Gor."

 
At 10:56 am, Blogger Morris Dancer of Gor said...

Not the one in that cupboard though.

 
At 8:14 pm, Blogger kek-w said...

Oh noooo, it's Le Tete!

 

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