How did you guess??? No I didn´t sleep well last night... And I wrote this: Moments of happiness; Ya se que cuando te levantas a media noche piensas en mí.... JAJA... Really wierd.... Moments of happiness; Translation: (I know that when you wake up at midnight you think about me...) Regards, Sandrita … Read more

How did you guess??? No I didn´t sleep well last night... And I wrote this: Moments of happiness; Ya se que cuando te levantas a media noche piensas en mí.... JAJA... Really wierd.... Moments of happiness; Translation: (I know that when you wake up at midnight you think about me...) Regards, Sandrita You´re really cool... You´re really nice... You´re You!!!

Plurp, you're the last of the summer sprouts and here I am bluegrass hopping with a big slice of a stinky sock sandwich. What was that mate - like pop goes the weasel in a large hay stack - but where exactly was the needle? It is deeply symbolic and I love it when a plan comes together with no screams that would be ref… Read more

Plurp, you're the last of the summer sprouts and here I am bluegrass hopping with a big slice of a stinky sock sandwich. What was that mate - like pop goes the weasel in a large hay stack - but where exactly was the needle? It is deeply symbolic and I love it when a plan comes together with no screams that would be referred to as the sack of rotten apples taking over the great wheels in the sky. There is something here called Humpadaisy, that acts as a long-reaching arm of the lost soul, pivoting on the back side of a flat-top hat - with a plume and a cherry on top. Plus a squirt of lime and a flair of Baroque.

In normal times, there would no way we could expect to get out of that hell hole with our sanity or our lives intact without a few bottles of Wild Turkey, a copy of CCR's "Willie and the Poor Boys" and some gold sovereigns to bribe any suspicious officials we might encounter. But these were not normal times. Though tho… Read more

In normal times, there would no way we could expect to get out of that hell hole with our sanity or our lives intact without a few bottles of Wild Turkey, a copy of CCR's "Willie and the Poor Boys" and some gold sovereigns to bribe any suspicious officials we might encounter. But these were not normal times. Though those items certainly helped to hide the utter madness that enveloped the situation, nothing prepared me for the border approach, when Plurp pulled out a mysterious passport and ID badge which was followed by snap-to salutes by the guards, and we were on our way. "Who the hell is this person?", I wondered to myself.

Is it 5/16ths or 9/32nds? Does it take a standard socket or metric? What you need is Plurp! Whatever size the bolt: small, medium or large, Plurp will fit it. Plurp always holds securely! It delivers over 100 foot pounds of torque! Order now and you'll also receive this power adaptor, which turns any drill or power scr… Read more

Is it 5/16ths or 9/32nds? Does it take a standard socket or metric? What you need is Plurp! Whatever size the bolt: small, medium or large, Plurp will fit it. Plurp always holds securely! It delivers over 100 foot pounds of torque! Order now and you'll also receive this power adaptor, which turns any drill or power screwdriver into a power Plurp!

All forms of language are innately symbolic, and any system of symbols can form a "language;" at the minimum using only two arbitrary symbols in a binary system. There's an old android saying which I believe is peculiarly appropriate here. In binary language it goes something like this: 001100111011000111100, which ro… Read more

All forms of language are innately symbolic, and any system of symbols can form a "language;" at the minimum using only two arbitrary symbols in a binary system. There's an old android saying which I believe is peculiarly appropriate here. In binary language it goes something like this: 001100111011000111100, which roughly translated means, "Don't stand around jabbering when you're in mortal danger."

Silently he stepped into the void, that formless place where all his dreams became manifest. In the darkness he heard footsteps, faint at first and then growing louder in tune with his heartbeat. He realise that he was no more, but he was not afraid, he turned around and in the faint light he saw himself. Welcome home … Read more

Silently he stepped into the void, that formless place where all his dreams became manifest. In the darkness he heard footsteps, faint at first and then growing louder in tune with his heartbeat. He realise that he was no more, but he was not afraid, he turned around and in the faint light he saw himself. Welcome home Plurp, he murmured, smiling.

Plurp is a chicken taco alchemist. He can make a chicken taco look like a famous photo of an Afghani woman that was once on the cover of National Geographic. Plurp can harness the power of chicken taco to make mushroom clouds appear on film of L.A. without ever having dropped the bomb. If he can do all that with a m… Read more

Plurp is a chicken taco alchemist. He can make a chicken taco look like a famous photo of an Afghani woman that was once on the cover of National Geographic. Plurp can harness the power of chicken taco to make mushroom clouds appear on film of L.A. without ever having dropped the bomb. If he can do all that with a mere chicken taco and the ancient secrets of alchemy, we can only imagine what the poor guy whose face he made the bees swallow did horribly, horribly wrong.

A small and rather insignificant mammal of substantial size came upon a teacup with a crack. It was very apparent and almost impossible to see that a very small window of opportunity, some might say an enormous chance, had been presented. But since the room was empty and everyone was there, it came and went without not… Read more

A small and rather insignificant mammal of substantial size came upon a teacup with a crack. It was very apparent and almost impossible to see that a very small window of opportunity, some might say an enormous chance, had been presented. But since the room was empty and everyone was there, it came and went without notice or fanfare and left nothing behind. Fifteen years passed in the batting of an eye and in that time the need for teacups vanished.