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2009-02-04T06:37:00.000-05:00

This is getting a bit repetitive.

Didn't We Just Do This?

2009-01-28T06:27:00.000-05:00

By golly it's another snowy day in PeePaw's underground claypot.

Who Closed the Door?!

2009-01-25T09:01:00.003-05:00

Thousands of miles east of the North Coast of Kauai, someone seems to be playing with the icebox that is PeePaw's industrial commerce zone. On Thursday and Friday, someone left the door open, and everything thawed out. Then, around 4:00 a.m. yesterday, that door must've been slammed shut, 'cause Saturday morning started at 43º and here it's Sunday morning and 15º. Brrrrrrr.

Crimping Under

2009-01-24T05:55:00.002-05:00

Good doggies. GOOOOD Doggies!!

Snowling

2009-01-22T06:02:00.004-05:00

In his recumbent community of indwellers, PeePaw declares, "Damn, I just finished shoveling and it's snowing all over again. Cut it out!"

P.S. PeePaw's Paw is 83 today.

Out In The Woods

2009-01-19T03:23:00.002-05:00

PeePaw determines that a simple blending of ingredients, if not watched carefully, can putrefy into a horrible mess. A really and truly horrible vegetal mess of disgustingness. How completely off-putting.

Too Cold To Swim

2009-01-16T18:03:00.002-05:00

All the way over there at the PeePaw Private Secluded Very Warm Beach Hideaway Paradise Island, it's a whole hell of a lot more pleasant than it is over here in PeePaw's Walk-in Meatlocker Cold Township of Ice and Snow.

Desalinated Fluidity

2009-01-11T10:24:00.004-05:00

PeePaw recalls his joyful travel at the end of last year, which began Merry and ended Happy! Throughout the weather splendidly uplifted his soul, and a calm spread across his bandaged heart and aching extremities. His week abroad was indeed time to pause, reflect, renew, and correct. Now back in icy climes, careful piloting rules the day.

Another One!

2009-01-05T16:17:00.001-05:00

PeePaw's friends all say Happy Birthday!

A Foggy Day

2008-12-31T12:00:00.001-05:00

Upon quiet reflection, PeePaw consents to a dimming of the morning lights, and a fog is quickly drawn into the precinct for his delight. Horns in the distance caution seagoing vessels and untrained marine mammals.

Embaarcadero Day

2008-12-30T21:45:00.004-05:00

Respectful in all ways of oceanside cultures, PeePaw visits with the denizens of this brightly sunlit township, dispensing baubles of pleasure and distilled smiles. Mesmerized, the utterly charmed citizens lay down their arms and still their beating hearts; hot tears shining on their cheeks, they stretch out their arms and thankfully shower PeePaw with the dimes they had saved for their higher education.

Nice Night

2008-12-30T15:04:00.002-05:00

PeePaw, not one to short romanticism, illustrates how this delectable town compels the leaving of one's blood-pumper.

Torsion favors the toe

2008-12-28T20:34:00.001-05:00

Too much fun and an exciting 4th quarter!

Sent to Measure the Warden

2008-12-27T22:22:00.003-05:00

PeePaw's discretion, well known to all in his careful village, abandons him in this strangely vibrant fishery town; he has been remanded into constabulary custody.

Downturnings

2008-12-27T19:19:00.003-05:00

PeePaw invests his journeys with drama, toiletries, and hangtime.

Ham & Cheese Awaits the Warden

2008-12-26T16:57:00.003-05:00

After attending a rousing pep rally in his honor provided by members of the Golden Bears and Hurricanes marching bands and cheerleaders, PeePaw windowshopped at MOMA SF, where he made (he feels) very generous offers for a staircase and dovecote. If successful, he may have to buy an extra seat on the plane for his return trip.

Speaking of commercial travel, your favorite blog personality (PeePaw) was transported to this township of hills, a bay, and streetcars via Virgin America Airlines, whose loving staff upgraded the delirious traveler to first class on his outbound flight. Superb!

In Town for the Sourdough Bread

2008-12-26T12:06:00.004-05:00

It's a joy to be here, while awaiting the devoted PeePaw fans and their donations of elation and love.

Goes The Potato Salad Grundy

2008-12-24T23:12:00.003-05:00

AnaMaria Televisionista has unsanitizedly besmirched the warden's dental hamlet with snottishness. Gnarly does the effington, Peter. In case you didn't know.

Imagine all the people

2008-12-21T20:28:00.001-05:00

There is no image here, where an image should be, because PeePaw's RoadRunner connection is embarrassingly slow. PeePaw is going to work tomorrow to enjoy a high speed Internet connection.

Hang Spandle The Fosters

2008-12-17T06:40:00.006-05:00

Bennett, Doug? Tender under the camisole Paulette? Tasty Miranda goes to shower, how how? Sometimes sometimes sometimes it's merely a lot of fog, even in the middle of summer.

Mad Magazine Dad

2008-12-16T19:46:00.001-05:00

Oh this is just troubling on several levels.

Positive Grandeur Wilderness

2008-12-16T00:06:00.003-05:00

PeePaw has a sandwich order on the other side of the mesa and he's running a little late. Git git git! Refuse to lose!

Go North Pole

2008-12-15T10:46:00.002-05:00

Long ago PeePaw checked into the wellness clinic for debased lunatics and has been sipping Miranda's quality pineapple juice "Happiers" ever since. G'bless, G'bless!

Swimmy Jimmy

2008-12-13T16:31:00.004-05:00

Careful fish detain PeePaw quietly.

Itinerantly Hatlying

2008-12-12T23:02:00.003-05:00

Within the carefully cloistered community overseen by PeePaw and a multitude of boosters, come from time to time solitary visitors from parts nether or north, western or sunrise, who fancy hatwearing and blue-eyed straight talk plus bottled beer and a bowl of Cookie's sirloin chili. Often happens that sunrise finds boyish PeePaw fetching in some coffee for Jayne (whether Calamitous or Calming), while personable townsfolk grin and whisper about details that remain within the realm of privacy.

Addled, Mixed, Noodled

2008-12-11T13:08:00.002-05:00

The bees are in my earholes! The bees are in my earh0les!

Rush It Dude

2008-12-10T21:15:00.002-05:00

PeePaw is not an advocate of proven refutations of adventurism, but if one is so inclined, one should find a little bottle of RUSH sold near the 5-hour energy bottles at the local truck stop or convenience store and snort up a dose of fumes, just to see what was going on in the back of the school bus way back in the late 1970s. Dudes, the high you score off a Rush is like getting a volleyball bounced off your forehead by the nearly six-foot-tall hot-chick across the net from you. Man, you would eat candied yams if she'd only bounce the ball on your forehead again, smiling as she did so. Rush is out there, pals, just check it out and keep a nostril clear for it.

Hamlet's Confession

2008-12-09T01:54:00.004-05:00

Template fifteen to the housemarten I am not a drama drawer but there is, I want to point out, a fucking CEMETERY right across the street, yo! Now how in hell am I gonna sleep? I already see arms punching through soil.

Giddy Plumbing

2008-12-08T09:16:00.002-05:00

PeePaw is unilaterally not in favor of earnest persons, especially when the world of disappointment ascends outrageously. He prefers his interlocutors to be curt, direct, plainspoken representatives of the real.

This Ugly Bullshit Wedding

2008-12-07T22:07:00.006-05:00

For thirty seven minutes PeePaw has been trying to upload a SINGLE photograph to accompany his witty snotnose palaver here on this flablogohblugh ha ha but NO WAY it won't upload. PeePaw blames Time f-ing Warner and not Blogsnottner. Kitchen utensels near a uterus.

Outlands

2008-12-06T17:30:00.002-05:00

PeePaw doesn't always stay in his ridiculously awesome hometown; on occasion he becomes the spirited ambassador of this genial fiefdom, baring the floating banner of coolness that represents his wondrous township. Nearly a year ago, for example, he was in dirty, lewd, skanky Chicago (in the state of Illinois), where filthy globules of mercury perch openly in public spaces. Chi-town occupants rarely venture into the open for fear of I Am Legend encounters, but tourists (even as seasoned as PeePaw) fall prey to horrible dangerousnesses. They don't call it Wendy's
City (what a Ho) for nothing, yo!

Gorolling

2008-12-05T17:03:00.001-05:00

PeePaw cannot get enough of the open road (who knows whether the road gets enough of him).

Simpletons

2008-12-03T18:05:00.002-05:00

A panelist suggests that no one leave the room. All is well enough, though not entirely well. Have a little courage or a corsage.

Returnings, Repressions, Realizations

2008-11-30T14:30:00.000-05:00

A refreshed PeePaw envisions more activity around here, perhaps along the lines of photos, videos, and sillinesses daily (oh sure) supplied. Be tuning in, would you please?

Chefly

2008-02-10T19:42:00.000-05:00

Oh Toronto

2007-07-12T11:33:00.001-04:00

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On special occasions or just while passing through, PeePaw stays in nice hotels like this one.

Selling and Selling

2007-05-28T17:17:00.001-04:00

Call Verizon today and buy this lovely shed!

PeePaw's Cold Village

2007-03-07T17:33:00.001-05:00

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Here again it is cold. So very cold. Yowch how cold.

Candle Candle

2007-03-06T05:29:00.001-05:00

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PeePaw saw a candle and made a wish for awhile.

Ugly Monkey Song #1A7.65C

2007-01-25T17:49:00.000-05:00

Watch the video

Regimen

2007-01-24T05:32:00.000-05:00

Watch the video

Back? IS HE?

2007-01-20T19:56:00.000-05:00

Watch the video

Oh, Well, Here's Another

2006-08-29T00:05:00.000-04:00

Watch the video

It Sings After A Fashion

2006-08-28T23:55:00.000-04:00

Watch the video

Ten Years Apart

2006-08-26T05:46:00.000-04:00

PeePaw, spiritual guide and local celebrity, has been a fixture in this neighborhood for exactly ten years today. He notes that the fresh fruit display has not changed in all this time.

Gridded

2006-08-21T07:40:00.000-04:00

The special power conduit in PeePaw's energy-hungry village is raw and pretty much unprotected, openly refuting ConEd's assurance that all is well.

Our Sensitive Produce

2006-08-20T09:19:00.000-04:00

The Lonely Pompon

2006-08-17T08:26:00.000-04:00

Out near the street running down the middle of PeePaw's soul-searching village, there's a little ongoing experiment, a social/science project, involving the lifecycle of a pre-jack-o-lantern. It appears to be, uh, going well.

Scatterwhite

2006-08-15T07:32:00.000-04:00

They Treat Him Gently

2006-08-14T07:28:00.000-04:00

He holds them in his hands.
He holds them in his hands.
He holds them in his hands.
He holds them in his hands.
He holds them in his hands.
He holds them in his hands.
He holds them in his hands.
He holds them in his hands.
He holds them and holds them.
He holds them in his hands.

PeePaw Will Win

2006-08-12T17:21:00.000-04:00

It's probably going to take some time, but PeePaw is declaring an early victory, about 180-some days from now, give or take ten.

Zowie

2006-08-11T10:20:00.000-04:00

Thunderstruck churchgoers in PeePaw's gentle parish are wondering who prayed for the smiting meted out yesterday as two inches of rain fell in about an hour. PeePaw dove under the altar as plaster and an icon or two crashed to the floor. Stone masons are being summoned from Montana and Tallahassee, and deeper collections plates are going around. Lightning in these parts is a fearsome thing.

Here? There?

2006-08-10T18:03:00.000-04:00

It's such a dilemma, maybe, or maybe not, but yes, let's just say for sake of argument that in PeePaw's oh-so-cozy happy realm there's a choice he's trying to force, so do you pick door number 12 or door number 11? Well, like, decide already, OK? Choose carefully.

Oh Love, Oh Joy

2006-08-09T10:12:00.000-04:00

Though the boys weren't around when PeePaw came to set awhile, he bought the Brothers Bobblehead, which nods in four-way unison when he sings "Do You Know You Are My Sunshine."

Wishy

2006-08-08T09:49:00.000-04:00

Want to make PeePaw even happier? Bring him a rose.

Super Protein Bedevilment

2006-08-07T18:03:00.000-04:00

Dale, Bruce, and (heart be still!) Cora run the breakfast counter under the N tracks in PeePaw's generous-with-tips community. Bruce does the chopping, shredding, slicing, and deep frying; Dale slams eggs, drizzles pancake batter, and flips bacon in a pan behind his back. And Cora pours the coffee, talks Yankees, and melts the heart of every PeePaw in the place. "More coffee, sir?" Oh, yes please!

Spangletoe

2006-08-06T14:27:00.000-04:00

Powerhouser

2006-08-05T21:36:00.000-04:00

Kyle Higgenbottom has disposed of his gynandrous equipment, the price (for him) of entry to PeePaw's block-rockin'-beats corner of this ructious island off the coast of North America. The local Benetton store wants to hire him now.

Our Gentle Conveyance

2006-08-04T05:46:00.000-04:00

The streets of PeePaw's slightly cooler neighborhood this morning lightly kiss the tires of these sweet automobiles, idealy suited for scenic overpass moonlit groping, Carl Perkins and Gene Pitney softly serenading from the AM radio.

Uncle PeePaw Says "HAPPY 3rd BIRTHDAY"

2006-08-03T15:22:00.000-04:00

On the western frontier of the PeePaw Nation, young Henry Frederick Shellenbarger is three today, old enough to do a lot of things all by himself. He's such a good boy!

Settle Down Pumpkin

2006-08-03T05:38:00.000-04:00

Regal Street

2006-08-01T08:48:00.000-04:00

In appreciation of PeePaw's winning personality and charm, the town fathers have painted the streets along his jogging route a royal hue. As he passes, pretty girls lining the sidewalk hand him paper cones of nectar and caress his forehead with their cool fingers. Neighborhood dogs romp beside him while tears of joy and awe roll down the cheeks of expecting mothers, certain that his progress bodes well for their children (it does). Despite the heat, power outages, and minor regret over how timing is everything in this mysterious thing called life, PeePaw wears his laurel leaves proudly.

Grounded

2006-07-30T17:07:00.000-04:00

Fun.

2006-07-29T06:53:00.000-04:00

Urban Suburban Truth Serum

2006-07-29T05:15:00.000-04:00

In his wanderings through the early morning deserted streets of his hopeful, pulsing neighborhood, PeePaw, lightly humming "Something's Gotten Hold of My Heart," passes Kelly Donahue's 24-hour wishing well, where carefully tossed pennies hold great promise and smiling effigies offer grins of support.

Again Walking!

2006-07-27T22:57:00.000-04:00

Sworn Devotional Panic Station

2006-07-26T16:14:00.000-04:00

When he finds himself in times of trouble, PeePaw journeys to his rural comfort depot to renew his beliefs, trusts, and hopes. Patience and equilibrium, aplomb and composure, intuition and perception, love, compassion, and a clear view of the line between the real and the ludicrous: all are restored. PeePaw sincerely hopes his darling readers also have such a place and go there regularly.

PeePaw's XM Adventure

2006-07-25T19:31:00.000-04:00

PeePaw reminds his faithful ham radio devotees that sites of government research are easily identified by color scheme and Castro automobiles.

Wicked Bridge Passion Creek

2006-07-24T09:22:00.000-04:00

PeePaw's uninhibited derring-do pursuit of true love leads him to his Rubicon, a Kwai-like structure of rotting planks, fraying cables, and rusty baling wire. Noting the posted notice, he advanced on hands and knees, riverwater hurrying across the scree below him, while flyfishers and locals doing their laundry shouted words of inspiration. Though boards gave way and strands of cable pinged and zonged, PeePaw reached the other shore, drank lustily from a Thermos of pomegranate juice, accepted a schoolteacher's good-luck kiss, and strode manfully into the mountain forest, on the trail again.

PeePaw's Rockstar Family

2006-07-23T08:40:00.000-04:00

They're almost as cool as X.

Timedrainage Dining Hues

2006-07-23T07:54:00.000-04:00

PeePaw's expert crayon skills build a sensitively radiant image, the bold colors and aggressive strokes reflecting competition between the sexes and the shapes affirming symmetry. Also boredom waiting for the silverware to arrive.

Cloistral Road

2006-07-22T15:37:00.000-04:00

Katabatic fog
Waifishly drowsing atop
Virginian ridgeline

Elk Digression

2006-07-21T08:37:00.000-04:00

Having recently exchanged his urban-themed pleasure island for pastoral hills on the mainland, PeePaw assists local law enforcement personnel in their search for the outlaw Kyle Diggs, whom, PeePaw asserts, is "right about there!"

Other wildlife spotted, petted, kissed, and fussed over: smallish bear, deer (3), hawk (11), woodchuck (5), squirrel (1, deceased), buzzard (many, some near the squirrel), raven (1, very bitchy). Other forms of life: polite Park Service Rangers, genial gas station clerk, friendly bartender, too-chatty motel clerk, and hundreds of drivers, mostly well behaved (except for those with NJ plates).

PeePaw Rambles South

2006-07-21T08:29:00.000-04:00

One may consider it an exit-from-NJ fee, but no matter what it's called, 75 cents to cross into PA is a bargain.

Hiding Bear: Hot Dog Lunch

2006-07-20T21:53:00.000-04:00

Adults: Barrels. Children: Cones

2006-07-18T17:21:00.000-04:00

Bruins! Supine, Recline, Sidecline

2006-07-15T09:03:00.000-04:00

Out on the searing crushed gravel that dominates PeePaw's torrid island compound, wrecked lawn ornaments humbly await cooling rain or at least a pausing cloud to block out Sol, Sirius, and other atmospheric contributors to the blastfurnace exhaust pressing down from the firmament. No stranger to the forces of nature, having studied meteorology with pilots, farmers, pirates, and a community of Inuit on King William Island, PeePaw helps his fawning neighbors understand that a temperature inversion traps the heat like a heavy pot lid, and nearly stationary frontal systems to the north and south prevent any new systems from pushing out the inversion. Indeed, the jet stream, flowing across the North American continent as if it were following the US - Canadian border, offers none of its usual help in keeping fronts moving along. Stagnation, PeePaw is heard to say, and muggy, sultry, oppressive. Also FUCK!

Times there were when PeePaw reveled in such weather, but no more. Air, in his view, should be conditioned and chilly, in keeping with his opinion that the best times of year in these seasonal latitudes call for jackets.

Stovetoppings

2006-07-13T14:03:00.000-04:00

Shep's Dusty Muzzle Pinkly Trying

2006-07-11T17:42:00.000-04:00

It is an unclassified truth that dogs in PeePaw's wonderstruck neighborhood wag themselves from just behind the shoulders all the way out to their tails when they recognize PeePaw whistling and skipping their way. Lapdogs keel onto their sides, awaiting his tickling fingers; basset hounds trip over their ears in anticipation of being carried undearm like Hush Puppies loaves of bread; sturdy chow chows, black tongues lolling, anticipate the fresh deli turkey slices he carries in his knapsack; shelter mutts, knowing they are his favorites, bask in his radiant love. Bowsers, Rufuses, Skippies, Ralphs, and Spots lie with noses on paws, suppressing toothy grins. PeePaw is dog crazy, and dogs know it.

Saturday Night Ruction Pickle

2006-07-09T08:53:00.000-04:00

Because PeePaw cares for his neighbors, some of whose children have begun following his decorative hints, he spends Saturday nights in a soundproof box where he can honk and thrum without damaging sensitive ears or bruising the tender egos of lesser musicians. Last night's selections: Beth, Hello It's Me, Always on My Mind, Moonlight, Wicked Game, and hours of terminally black determination.

To prepare for his groovy modulations, PeePaw snacks on raw eels, peeled rabbit, and cheesy cashew dip. His loyal fans, sensing danger in the bow of his upper lip, wisely put away their autograph books and Sharpies, avert their eyes, and whisper words synonymous with "sturdy," "verve," and "piss and vinegar" as he passes by.

Perhaps The Ugliest Car In Town

2006-07-07T14:44:00.000-04:00

Inharmonious Nightwandering

2006-07-05T08:09:00.000-04:00

PeePaw's famous nocturnal meanders, abetted by the habitual latenight carousing of the LDS missionaries bedhopping from apartment to apartment in his thin-walled tenement, take him from diner to bar to coffeeshop to bakery to Flat Fix to ConEd floodlit worksites. Well known for his generosity, PeePaw hands out dimes or reads selections from the Brownings and is greeted with smiles and the occasional French kiss. Last night he counted the number of times the traffic lights changed in an hour, then met with the cabbies for jelly donuts and iced coffee before helping one of the cart-pushers gather plastic bottles and aluminum cans. Near sunrise, he returned to his home, silent now that the followers of Joeseph Smith had exhausted themselves, and committed himself to another discussion with his pillow about this winding, hinky thing called life.

PeePaw's Home Birth

2006-07-03T19:21:00.000-04:00

Way over on the western verge of the Territory hereabouts known as PeePaw County sits a corner property that housed the young PeePaw in his pre-driving years. The old neighborhood has changed, as has the color of the house and the landscaping, but PeePaw still recognizes the second floor windows through which he catalogued the neighborhood dogs during the scarlet fever scare of 1975 and the once-overgrown shrubbery so useful for huddling with Eliza Smartt Delamond while her parents played bridge inside. Thank you, Ohio.

Danger Lions Rock On

2006-07-01T09:48:00.000-04:00

In upbeat times on PeePaw's neversleeping barge heading out to sea, the kerchiefed stevedores having already serenaded the pilot from the dock as they cast off, the determined shipmates rehearse scenes from Roar!, an opera buffa and favorite of Captain Snelling, whose tone poem, I Have a Calamity in My Pants I'd Like to Show You, is one of the highlights of the voyage.

The Whorlaton

2006-06-28T18:49:00.000-04:00

In his most recent utterance, the Mayor of this Via Dolorosa (AKA PeePaw) pardoned Disco and joined hands, symbolically, with Kraftwerk in praise of overproduced blowpop music. PeePaw then visited the local Army of Salvation and purchased a pair of orange-wheeled roller skates for his future girlfriend, whom he expects to share his delight in beatbox rhythms and wear size five shoes and knee socks.

Menthol Harmony Surrogate

2006-06-26T19:14:00.000-04:00

Mintly Basilled Sluice Drainage

2006-06-25T09:06:00.000-04:00

A few steps away from PeePaw's award-winning sculpture, "The Puddle of Pneumatic Bravery," visitors may view another popular attraction, the sludge vats of the Merry Olivier Paninoteca and Shabu-Shabu. A special kind of relief overwashes the lucky few who, having paid their admission of two worn chasubles (or saggy leggings on weekends), may plunge their elbows into the moderating ooze and feel all obloquy draining away. Lovers use boarhair brushes spackled with Tuesday's hash leftovers to paint helpful diagrams on their generative regions, while those wounded in love ladle hot cottage cheese and oyster crackers into a churn of brined apples. A shallow pool of spent tallow soothes the feet of runners and the heavyset. Adventurous visitors may summon the docent, who supervises the parchment stretching area and from whom they may purchase their lightly perfumed creations. The most popular attraction is the leafy vegetable barrel, the restorative inhalations of which are well-worth the admission of one kiss of a flounder. Wednesdays are reserved for private ceremonies, often weddings, when the unclothed celebrants leap from a scaffold into a puree of bacon grease and pimentos and are then rinsed with orange juice and strewn with salted garlic husks. A single visit serves as a reminder that passion, struggle, and joy must be experienced in their rawest forms if life under this shimmering dome is to have any meaning.

Downtrodden Lovelorn Sneaker Option

2006-06-23T08:49:00.000-04:00

PeePaw's Rocket Sled

2006-06-22T08:45:00.000-04:00

Tucked into a corner of PeePaw's revival-tented outcropping is Penny Linnatery's 1964 Valiant, which serves as the training vehicle for the neighborhood's new drivers. Over in danchannel land, a different sort of driving lesson is under way.

Basting the Sugartiger

2006-06-21T19:37:00.000-04:00

The sounds that he made: "Heeeff" and "Brooohmm." PeePaw is under the ironing board snoring. PeePaw does not iron. What's the point? If the wrinkle will appear, so, it will appear. Fold sleeves, decal (five cents) the shirt, wear the new style. "Pooch" and "Schlemmy."

Whereupon dreamscience reconfigures the present into PeePaw's labile forgetting mechanism; all doings until consciousness returns erased. Who uttered meannesses? What broke the coffeetable? When was he driven to the motel and dumped onto the couch? Where did the $50 bill crumpled in his pocket come from? How come it's Sunday morning now? Gather the snack cakes and line up the orange juice bottles; wrestle out of contingencies; hum "It's Not Unusual" for an hour and a half. Sauerkraut was invented in Cincinnati. Make a wish and your dreams come upon a true star. "I have been validated in this program, dude!" he remembers someone said. "Take him out to the ball game, doubletime."

Slug it out; remember how to drive. Follow east Interstates. Coffee fights rearview mirror glare, achieves upper hand, extends stamina. How how how dungarees. Conversations with future girlfriend and the mustard is explained without a trial. Granted the vigil has borne suits. PeePaw knows a secret about himself.

Jellyfish Humbled Float Crusher

2006-06-13T20:55:00.000-04:00

Without a doubt, PeePaw has been slow to post in April and May (where, oh where, did May go?). Lost weekends. Lost weeks. A whole month misplaced. How careless can PeePaw get?
Amends:
May
Be
Made.
Excuses will not.
PeePaw will help the salmon up through the falls; he will obligate uploads; the camera will accompany him once again.
This he vows.

Sentimental Dogwood Pagoda Future Plaque

2006-04-17T15:45:00.000-04:00

PeePaw vidiephones a likely candidate for remembrances of fraternal goodness. Danny PeePaw's Dogwood will flower April diamond birthstones here in Zip Code 45429; Danfans can visit, laying wreaths of Erie perch and southern Ohio venison; confused PeePaws might dose the roots with Miracle Grow.

Trembling Sunday Lamb Chops

2006-04-16T18:11:00.000-04:00

Untiring PeePaw stands ready to commit words in writing while standing at his special-made closet-door desk.

Resurrection Unlikely Tonic Sedative

2006-04-15T14:13:00.000-04:00

PeePaw, having taken leave of his geniality in recent days after delivering a fraternal eulogium, harbors safely within the (un)familiar Marriott respite-suites of southwestern Ohio as indifferent habits vie with rawly sutured conceptions of family, brotherhood, and personal hygiene. XM Radio delivers a soundtrack of healing distraction, baseball a time-delimited arousal, driving a head-clearing pleasure, and sleep a dreamless numbitude so welcome. PeePaw wants to rise above or step aside so very badly.

Evaluation Planet Digest

2006-03-17T20:07:00.000-05:00

The same tonal dissonances turning dogs concentric whirligigs slavering howl puppets remind PeePaw that his guitar practicing needs remediation. Innocent evergreens have retreated to the soundproof booth.

Gruel Spackle Breadclumdge Wallfiller Dripping Humidly

2006-03-13T21:26:00.000-05:00

Gaunt seatcover ripped
Such daily asses endured
Wet sidewalk discard

Has our curruption led even unto this? Tautly smithereened, scarified, lambasted, daunted, unseamed: a seat beset. Party-college dorm furniture was treated with more dignity than shown to this tragical chaise, parked among steaming urban jettisonia. PeePaw (who prefers snoozing upon layered blankets, pillows, and fatly sighing eunuchoidal bloodhounds during his rare moments of repose) administered resuscitative ointments to this trembling settee, but had to break off his ministrations when its every pore emitted the sweaty oozings of every hinder part that flattened its upholstery. After kneeling with the noble chair to say a few Ave Marias, PeePaw administered extreme unction and let the poor mechanical pass away.

Dual Reach-in HD Monitor Reduced Sale Item

2006-03-12T21:57:00.000-05:00

Untold the wonders awaiting casual browsers here under PeePaw's bargain canvas tent. Tagged to move, this functioning urban sliding-door cooler doubles as a twin-feature High Definition video screen. $26.50, including vanilla syrup and a very old duck.

Rivulus Condensate Showerstall Hairtrap

2006-03-10T17:56:00.000-05:00

PeePaw suggests using the air conditioning setting to avoid pooling of water on the driver's seat. Plus maybe that horrible rash will disappear.

Bitter Solvent Patch Leaking Flaws Distillery Campus Dive Bar

2006-03-07T17:22:00.000-05:00

Camus, if rumor holds a flyspeck of truth, distrusted himself in situations requiring his exercise of the mechanical arts. With needle and thread he could mend the pockets of his trousers; tinned pickles he could open with his knife; a close friend used an awe-derived vocabulary to describe a pencil Camus had whittled with a shard of flint. However, these, according to legend, appear to be the limits of his toolcraft. Ovens, under his guidance, burned countless tureens of fig casserole. An aquarium of pet squids, leperfish, and Arabian urchins expired from nitrogen narcosis because he failed to regulate the proper gas mixture. He became acquainted with the gendarmes by regularly reporting thefts caused by his inability to operate a dead-bolt lock.

In PeePaw's feisty eruv, Camus wouldn't stand a chance trying to repair a leaky radiator.

Donate Follow the Pony Require Measures

2006-03-06T19:41:00.000-05:00

"NO, it's not!
It says--let me just refresh my memory--OK, ready?
It says 'Do NOT cause the principal to become enraged.' Do NOT do this. It's not supposed to encourage your current irreverence, man."
Which is way too technical for PeePaw.