Showing posts with label supermodels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label supermodels. Show all posts

Monday, December 13, 2021

Country Sale Barn #2

 


I tell you, punters, never a dull moment in LSPland. One minute it's off-world supermodels in Paris and the next you're gazing at an '08 Kubota, waiting for a 20 yard dumpster and getting ready for a  country barn sale.




Yes. Tools, we sell 'em by the box, then there's anchors, welding tables, tool boxes, PVC fittings, jacks, literal buckets full of shovels, axes and picks. To say nothing of scaffold, dog pens (x5), steel pipe. tin by the yard, copper pipe, power tools and on and on.  Roll up, roll up my friends.



But there's a lot of trash, hence the dumpster which was supposed to arrive at 11 am but didn't, more like 4. But hey, it got there and Jose, with a rambunctious flash of gold dentistry lowered the grey metal beast into position, "Sound like thunder!" And so it did. 




Mission accomplished, he left for Waco and left me to close up shop as mighty hawks swooped down on the fields in search of prey. Ferocious predators! Watch them glide and dive with concentrated ferocity.




Then back to the Compound, where Blue was busy sleeping and all was well with the world. Tomorrow? We shall fill that dumpster.

Your Old Country Sale Barn Pal,

LSP





PS. There's great excitement, rightly, in the country about this sale and you're all invited. It's this weekend, Saturday-Sunday. But when you turn up bear in mind, cash on the nail, no "Visa." But people using the code "LSP" get a special 10% discount. Value, eh?

Monday, December 6, 2021

Supermodel Apocalypse

 



I keep getting bombarded from Paris with photos of supermodels, and I had to reply. "Look, I've got a theory and that's all it is, just a theory," went the text from Texas to the Champs Elysee, "Sure, Supermodels are human, we get that, but they're from a different world. They're Off-World." Silence from his arrondissement, so I continued, encouraged.


Look, There's Lots of Them, Zoom in

"These beings are clearly different, they are other, see Soo Joo. So let us suppose their origin lies in a planet with lesser gravity, hence their height. Let us further suppose their planet, rich in gold, orbits several suns and is close to the Galactic Center. They are attracted to bright lights. 


Oh My!

"Let us then suggest that the WYMXN were sent here generations ago, and their descendants are unaware of their origin. But yes, they suffer from Interstellar Displacement Effect (IDE). The symptoms are clear. Low self-esteem, hysteria, a constant need for reassurance, 'Yes, you are beautiful...' and on. I take silence to mean 'yes.'"


Soo Joo

Though silence is golden, my friend replied, "You may well be onto something." A moment of reflection. "Are they victims of an as yet unknown aggressor, perhaps genetically traumatized, hence various... disorders. But look, this is only a theory, and with it the question turns. Will the AGGRESSORS follow the WYMXN to earth?


Off-World

"Man, you're on the front lines of the Eschaton. I salute your courage." And I do, the Apocalypse shall fall like a thief in the night, at an hour, place and time we least suspect. 

And as always, 

Ad Astra,

LSP