2016-07-01 jus d'orange

 

2016-07-01         jus d'orange 

 

And right on cue, here come / the pain (‘rain’, Oxy©ontin, it’s / ‘rain’ -id.), seeing just as soon as (y)our man Cin was after starting to hulk-smash away in the out / of doors at this TGIFF®iday edition of this Take This Thing Back to Baltime-moirs and here come / the pain, innit  G, ‘and just as everything’ (y)our man the actor Clive Owen says it better in Robert Rodriguez’s immor(t)al movie Sin City before during and after his day goes / south in that film as we do, ‘everything was going / perfect’, pain (hooker please, -id.) is all / we gots.

 

It’s in the cindoors then that he’ll be after hulk-smashing away this after, of course it’s also that 2016-07-01, Canada Day, everything’s coming up / Dom.  Good times, course rather than celebrating the same with his fellow cinizens (that’s enough -id., it’s ‘citizens’) in O-Town , Cin is after staying put on the Quebec side in Luskvegas, he make-believed it was a regular TGIFF®iday in the cubi©ombs until until now, innit G, sending e-mails and whatnot from his ©rackberry and acting like a big shot, working / from home, acting like a big shot, Dom-inion day is all / we gots.

 

Course we needed / the rain up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up out here, the grass on the lawn hasn’t grown but half an inch since Cin last cut it, not realizing at the time that the new battery-charged (he kids / you not, it’s better than gas-powered and better certainly than those ones with an electrical cord) lawnmower was a mulching model as well as a bagging model, i.e. no need to empty the cuttings every twenty minutes, just let it / mulch that five-lettered wordle, mulch is all / we gots.

 

‘Cana-dos’ the character in the movie is told of the local customs better at the U.S. – Canada border, ‘and Cana-don’ts’.  No®mally Cin would be after soaking in the visuals and fireworks in O-Town of a Dom-inion Day (oh please hooker -id.), but  no®mally left O-town some time ago, and it ain’t coming / back, no®mally leaving town is all / we gots.

 

Course (y)our man Cin is always after looking for ©losure before during and after his endless series of (m) / (s) / (b) / (gl) and just plain / adventures as we do, this after his previous series of the same, and he swore up and down as of late that he would be after heading to the ®ugby Club ©anada Day pub ©rawl today for to get ©losure after the last Pub ©rawl he attended, several years and lifetimes / ago in the halcyon pre-regime zero days and nightjs and decades, during the course of which he spent the night in the drunk tank as we do, drunk that five-lettered wordle is all / we gots.

  

  Good times, ‘I would have’ a team-mate said it better of his decision not to get involved in the same donnyb®ook, ‘arrested, too’.  Course (y)our man Cin has been after staying / away from the Pub ©rawl ever since then, but Cin’s twisted understanding of ©losure and how it works keeps sending him back to the scenes of / his ©rimes, a twisted understanding of ©losure is all (that’s enough, -id.) we gots.

 

Still on that list of twisted ©losures is a visit to his alma mate® Shiretown College down in the 802, where ©in last spent quality time in the local ©onstabulary after some mid-afternoon nonsense, this one in the halcyon pre-regime zero days and nights and decades (that’s enough, -id.) four or five or six years ago, a person loses track of time in the midst of all of the unpleasantnesses, ‘you and I measure time’ Dr. Lecter says it better to Clarisse Starling in The Silence of the Lambs, and for the same reasons, ‘very / differently’, mid-afternoon nonsense is all / we gots.

 

Course drinking ginger all and plenty of it gets old fast, and it gets old fast fast.  Dange®ous alte®natives can be found at select local food purveyors, 0.0 % placebeers to be found for ©in and those of his fellow-sufferers unable and / or unwilling to assign any / all of the blame for their t®oubles on alcohol / the ©ompound (oh please, -id, it’s / an element), ‘beer’s’ Bruce Dern’s crusty d®inker says it better in Alexander Payne’s film Nebraska, ‘not / drinking’, and he’s right, ‘beer leads to’ the hotel pool si®en says / confirms / contradicts it better to Josh Brolin in the Coen brothers’ film take on Cormac Macarthy’s immor(t)al novel No Country for Old Men – before during and after he tells her that ‘I know what beer / leads to’ - ‘more / beer’, and she’s partially right / too, partially right is all / we gots.

 

Good times, course the 0.0 % six-packs and twelve-packs are left on the floor of the establishments of the local purveyors of food and spirits – never refrigerated along with the 89768 new kinds / of beer that four-letterd word displayed in refrigerated pride of place as we do within the shopping centres / depanneu®s that sell / the stuff – and don’t even aks about / the taste of them, though the 0.0 % Gallion pla©ebo-beer that he cinsumed as of late wasn’t half-bad, Gallion - f®ee flog ! if that’s its name - the new offi©ial bee® of ®egime Ze®o, ‘they’re alright’, (y)our man judges placebeers better to who(m)ever is / listening (no one / listens), ‘if you drink ‘em fast / enough,’ free ! flogs is all / we gots.

 

Course ®egime ze®o takes on a whole new / attenuated meaning on a day / three-day week-end - minus one this for this faux ©ubicombs TGIFF®iday wo®king / from home, innit G – like this one, when Cin is after spending the same at the(ir) absent-at-the-Beaches M and P Noslouc’s place in Luskvegas and there’s nary a neighbor / in sight.  As such, ©in will revert to Plan © in order to give him a fighting chance in his never-ending battle with the distracted and distraught How Does It Feelings that will surely come over him as sure as night follows / day, and everyone else is getting arseholed before during and after making the beast with two backs of this Dominion Day that is anything but a Dom-inion Day, getting arseholed is all / we gots.

 

Course there’s always Plan Plan © for ©innibus, ‘yes’ (y)our man Homer J. Simpson as always says it better as we do, ‘I / cannibas’.

 

   Good times, there will be endless bad Pay-Per-View movies up on out on up on out on up on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here, more wo®k-from-home nonsense and mad reg®ets this week-end, along with a run and beaucoup / de sleep, endless bad Pay-Per-View movies, more wo®k-from-home nonsense and mad reg®ets and Where Did It Go W®ong moments, along with a run and beaucoup / de sleep is all / we gots.

 

  Still, it’s beautiful up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up out here in Luskvegas, and now ‘my lungs’ you said it better innit ACG at ©lub Midd lo those decades and eons ago, ‘are watering’.  ‘I’d give my god-damned soul’ – What Would Jack Say to bartender Lloyd in Kubrick’s take on your The Shining, innit Mr. King – innit god, ‘just for / a beer’, but (y)our man Cin did not think / care enough to bring the same, 0.0 % pla©ebeers because distracted and distraught (that’s enough, -id.), it will have to be jus d’o®ange this week-end, innit Jenke and plenty / of it, jus d’o®ange this week-end and plenty / of it is all / we gots.

 

 

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