Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Strip Sleepin 09 #7



Socrates.   The original "Strip Sleeper"

4 comments:

The_Scum said...

Sleeping?

I'll be furst to claim not only is he dead but rock hard rigor mortis has set in.

Nice to see the girlfriend unchained you for long enough for you to go postage.

Now D can claim 'blogger' ate his furstage.

Lavi D. said...

I don't know what your connubial relations consist of, but ain't no strings on me, baby.

Hope you have an excellent T-Day, Scummis Maximus!

Anonymous said...

Are you sure that's Socrates and not Lazurus?

- Cassandra

D said...

I've been off line and on the road for the past several days and am now ensconced in a tiny hotel room near the arctic circle waiting for the glaciers to move down the street. Way too preoccupied to worry about fursting but at least it has wifi.

And before anyone asks, I'm only here for the money...


Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.

-Hunter S. Thompson


Dedicated to the other side of Las Vegas, namely; the sprawling, mad, incoherent underpinnings of the world's favorite destination.

That, and the occasional ranting about nothing in particular.