by theDutchess
October 10, 2011 in Fishsmoker
I looked up. One of the ubiquitous, white fishing charter vans disgorged the fat man. He waddled to the stern of the great vehicle. Plucked his luggage and boxes of fish, placing them on a complimentary baggage cart. His son toddled after him, shrouded in Scent-lock Mossy Oak Breakup fleece. Six more silver-haired, affluent excavator salesman followed this pair of Americana to the ticket counter. Read the rest of this entry →
by theDutchess
October 10, 2011 in Fishsmoker
I looked up. One of the ubiquitous, white fishing charter vans disgorged the fat man. He waddled to the stern of the great vehicle. Plucked his luggage and boxes of fish, placing them on a complimentary baggage cart. His son toddled after him, shrouded in Scent-lock Mossy Oak Breakup fleece. Six more silver-haired, affluent excavator salesman followed this pair of Americana to the ticket counter. Read the rest of this entry →
by theDutchess
October 10, 2011 in Fishsmoker
I looked up. One of the ubiquitous, white fishing charter vans disgorged the fat man. He waddled to the stern of the great vehicle. Plucked his luggage and boxes of fish, placing them on a complimentary baggage cart. His son toddled after him, shrouded in Scent-lock Mossy Oak Breakup fleece. Six more silver-haired, affluent excavator salesman followed this pair of Americana to the ticket counter. Read the rest of this entry →
by theDutchess
October 10, 2011 in Fishsmoker
I looked up. One of the ubiquitous, white fishing charter vans disgorged the fat man. He waddled to the stern of the great vehicle. Plucked his luggage and boxes of fish, placing them on a complimentary baggage cart. His son toddled after him, shrouded in Scent-lock Mossy Oak Breakup fleece. Six more silver-haired, affluent excavator salesman followed this pair of Americana to the ticket counter. Read the rest of this entry →
by theDutchess
October 10, 2011 in Fishsmoker
I looked up. One of the ubiquitous, white fishing charter vans disgorged the fat man. He waddled to the stern of the great vehicle. Plucked his luggage and boxes of fish, placing them on a complimentary baggage cart. His son toddled after him, shrouded in Scent-lock Mossy Oak Breakup fleece. Six more silver-haired, affluent excavator salesman followed this pair of Americana to the ticket counter. Read the rest of this entry →
by theDutchess
October 5, 2011 in Wordsmoker
My mom caught me masturbating. After 32 years it was bound to happen. No, my hands weren’t down my pants, they were on a keyboard. I should have seen it coming; my Wordsmoker username is the same as my family-friendly blog. I flew too close to the sun and the Google revealed my illicit Wordsmoker activities. To my mom and her friends.
Now, fuck me, I need a new username. So let’s push uskeg-may harpy-hay off to sea in her burning Viking ship to Valhalla and say hello to theDutchess. Yes, not as cool as my previous name but it bears no marker to my actual life. This way, errant googling will not tie us together. I will think of her, not theDutchess, as the carcass I have phoenixed out of. Read the rest of this entry →
by theDutchess
October 5, 2011 in Wordsmoker
My mom caught me masturbating. After 32 years it was bound to happen. No, my hands weren’t down my pants, they were on a keyboard. I should have seen it coming; my Wordsmoker username is the same as my family-friendly blog. I flew too close to the sun and the Google revealed my illicit Wordsmoker activities. To my mom and her friends.
Now, fuck me, I need a new username. So let’s push uskeg-may harpy-hay off to sea in her burning Viking ship to Valhalla and say hello to theDutchess. Yes, not as cool as my previous name but it bears no marker to my actual life. This way, errant googling will not tie us together. I will think of her, not theDutchess, as the carcass I have phoenixed out of. Read the rest of this entry →
by theDutchess
October 5, 2011 in Wordsmoker
My mom caught me masturbating. After 32 years it was bound to happen. No, my hands weren’t down my pants, they were on a keyboard. I should have seen it coming; my Wordsmoker username is the same as my family-friendly blog. I flew too close to the sun and the Google revealed my illicit Wordsmoker activities. To my mom and her friends.
Now, fuck me, I need a new username. So let’s push uskeg-may harpy-hay off to sea in her burning Viking ship to Valhalla and say hello to theDutchess. Yes, not as cool as my previous name but it bears no marker to my actual life. This way, errant googling will not tie us together. I will think of her, not theDutchess, as the carcass I have phoenixed out of. Read the rest of this entry →
by theDutchess
October 5, 2011 in Wordsmoker
My mom caught me masturbating. After 32 years it was bound to happen. No, my hands weren’t down my pants, they were on a keyboard. I should have seen it coming; my Wordsmoker username is the same as my family-friendly blog. I flew too close to the sun and the Google revealed my illicit Wordsmoker activities. To my mom and her friends.
Now, fuck me, I need a new username. So let’s push uskeg-may harpy-hay off to sea in her burning Viking ship to Valhalla and say hello to theDutchess. Yes, not as cool as my previous name but it bears no marker to my actual life. This way, errant googling will not tie us together. I will think of her, not theDutchess, as the carcass I have phoenixed out of. Read the rest of this entry →
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