Hello everybody. 🙂
In case you probably didn’t notice, I had recently made the site private. But I’m gunna be opening it up now.
Not only will I open the site, I’m also going to open “Cascadia Adventures”
Now some of those Cascadia Adventure stories might have pics, but some might not. I know the new ones may not have any, or just a singular pic, not sure.
But soon the whole sight will be open.
It’s gunna take me awhile to work on editing the Cascadia Adventures side, because I changed some stuff, but it should still be awesome. My only request is that none of my work or material me stolen, or posted anywhere on other material, website, book, or media, without letting me know or asking please. Thank you.
-from an old friend,
Eyes all bloodshot, from seeing endless anti drunk driving clips. Clips don’t end, nope, no stopping it.
Endless clips, like nine-tail whips. Seven was the hours in class to witness. Nope, no stopping the endless clips. Don’t drive drunk here, and then don’t drive drunk there;
don’t drive drunk here, there, anywhere!
Better keep watchin’ till the many clips end, least you be made to attend this class again..!
Copyright March 20, 2015
Hello my friends, this is Gregory Thomas. 🙂
I am doing a poll to try and collect some important feedback for my blog. It’s just to see where in which area I should steer my material. Feel free to make comments as well.
Thank you for your support.
-from your friend,
p.s. oh, and also let me know if you have trouble seeing the poll or not, it would help me out tremendously 🙂
The juice drank down, and then gushed the inner throat;
gobbled down like water, and slurped warm like a coat. The evening day that was, like a glass of good juice;
slurp, slurp, slurp! And shaking the tonsils loose! Gulp, went the thirst quencher, all the way down. The day the juice drank down real good, sliding down ounce by ounce. The blood from the drops colored the tongue red, and red as red as can be;
Boy, that drink sure did hit the spot! No more thirsty me!
Poem meaning: Refers to vampires drinking blood
Copyright October 16, 2014
There once was a joker named Jones,
Who adored to take sticks used to poke-
He glimpsed a bear,
and didn’t even care,
and that marked the end of his jokes-
Poem’s Meaning: Be careful who you anger.
Copyright April 25, 2014
A boy labeled as a square, is like a bald old man labeled as “without hair”.
For nerds climb ropes, and then busts them jokes;
and then snort just like piggies, traveling by boat-
bow ties used to hypnotize eyes;
Little Red Riding Hood, shakes her miserable head, then vomits as she sighs-
for bellies poked to death releases atomic gas, then kaBOOMS up everything;
chucking children straight out the class!
Zombies twitch all day, with eyes like a deer’s;
frozen with fear, for the return-
Copyright April 14, 2014
The fate is now, the fate is a wow-
Cause destiny is a child;
A child of the how-
20 “g”’s and 40 “y”’s, to complete apple pies-
For pies are fate too-
Pumpkin trees, cupcake shoes-
Drinking milk straight from the ten buck twos-
One hand, 80 grams; equaling sand-
For sand is too much, for milkshakes with a hunch-
His fate and over-
His fate, to roam as a roamer-
His shoes pointing up, like noodles in the sky-
For fate nowadays, is all but a fine-
Yes, a fine-
A fine yes…From out a police man’s very behind.
Poem’s Meaning: Talks about the trouble of cops giving people fines
Copyright March 22, 2014