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And with an autbiographical theme no less.  A little uncomfortable wouldn’t you say?  If you would like to have your house and your plants tell a little seedy story go here.

This little ol’ blog needs some dang Metro-Neck type posts real quick like.  Put down your wienie and represent!  Love, the Naughty. p.s.  If you like his get up, go here.

Did I just hear Chocolate Doobie?

But if you can’t there is always these. 

I’ll go put another nail in the coffin.

You Should Shop Here.

These are grrrreat!

First in a series about your unfaithful contributors. Each Ooof blogger has an arch nemesis. Water to a flame. Tom to Jerry. Spy to…ummm vs. Spy? Today we investigate the Metro-Neck’s mortal weakness. He long has bemoaned the presence of the evil green fiend on grocery store shelves. It has taunted him with it’s giant size at the theater. Not to mention it’s delightful aroma, and charming crunching noise. Infused with the flavors of dill, garlic, salt, and like lots of good stuff like brine and…I don’t know, maybe vinegar? In a myriad of flavors: Bread & Butter, Sweet (love you Grannie!), Kosher, Gherkin….giggle, Polish (traditional side dish to VODKA!!!), Dill, and Koolickles (don’t look it up, if you don’t want to know). Yes little champions we are talking about the PICKLE! A cucumber soaked in pure unadulterated evil. Something so vile, so devious. So tasty? He often mentions his hell involves pickles and traffic. Which oddly enough is a strange fetish of the Basho’s. Whatever, when we have asked for reasoning for his stance. His eyes gloss over (more than normal), and he just stares off with that lone drool drip drip drip dripping from his painfully contorted pie-hole. Please take a moment, and post a thoughtful word of encouragement to the poor Metro-Neck. Today will be difficult for him as he faces his toughest challenge. Chin up little camper. We are here to kick you when you are down. Bastard.