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Hornivore On The Run
- Old Knudsen
- I'm a witty fucker, a base and vile brabbler; chronically dissatisfied person who rebels against the established system,a gob in the eye of convention.I hung on a wind-rocked tree nine whole nights. A man of action is his own Sun. Correct punctuation and sentence structure is for the weak. My mother was an Ulster bare-knuckle fighter and my father a Scottish Viking. I was born in a coracle in the middle of the Irish Sea, delivered by the sea God Manannan. I am the only Timelord with his own teeth. I'm a Chestnut Tree and proud of it. Winner of the Darwin award 1932, runner-up 1954.Time magazine Person of the Year 2006. I'm a double dipper.A hater. A spoiler. A Blogger without a hat is to be mocked. I'm the playboy of the western world.I'm a sexual compulsive and a dangerous intellect. Banned in Halifax. My heart is black but my body is blue.I discovered Blogjinx©. I've been fisting Lemurs Since 500 A.D.
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14 comments:
Tension Mounted and rode off into the east...
Old Knudsen was a man,
Yes, a big man!
With an eye like an eagle
And as tall as a mountain was he!
Old Knudsen was a man,
Yes, a big man!
He was brave, he was fearless
And as tough as a mighty oak tree!
From the coonskin cap on the top of ol' Soren
To the heel of his rawhide shoe;
The rippin'est, roarin'est, fightin'est man
The frontier ever knew!
Old Knudsen was a man,
Yes, a big man!
And he fought for America
To make all Americans free!
What a Boon! What a doer!
What a dream come-er-true-er was he!
Marlboro?
Riding off into the sunset ?
Funny. Not what I had in mind when I heard you were riding a Camel. huh.
Are You Riding into the sunset or out of it? Are you wearing your cap back-to-front?
Enjoy the ride knutur. Hope the journey is a good one and the destination even better!
True grit.
I sacrificed a lemur to Manannan.
And you came back!
All is right with the world again.
A bit difficult to juggle blogging, binge drinking, 3-ways and shallow graves at the moment so its off to Buststar mountain for a while. I may appear on Facebook and in Vegas for a limited time buy tickets early to ensure disappointment.
I want a front row seat so I can see up yer kilt.
Think pampelmousse, MJ.
I'd like the seat next to MJ, please.
So are you riding east into the sunrise towards Godly Ulster or are you heading west to be with Godless criminal colonials in Australia?
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