Let's Canoodle

All kinds of happy. All kinds of ewok. Your kind of snuggle and all on the sidewalk. As O'henry put it: "when women without sealskin coats grow kind to their husbands" we have ourselves a canoodle. I suggest listening to Velvet Underground's self titled album and of course, leaning far closer than reccomended to your digital hearth for warmth.

Kissing Kissers redux

This is the final image of the master-class of fantastic renderings labeled kissing kissers. It is the auto-egg for the first set.

Kissing Kissers

Dear Reader,

I will explain goo-page. It is short for google - hodgepodge. This is the pastiche of our limitless window from the cyber-wheelchair of existence. It is mostly about the schnoztastic pleasure this has afforded America. We truly have a 1st rate life. Life should be spent bucking the bronco of your keyboard and foaming at the margins of your blogspot! I would reccomend looking at these first posts while listening to Sam Cooke or Al Green. Watch out, grandma - its pretty sexy.