Aloha Rocky Mountains!

Hey dudes, I'm back to vacationville with the Salmeister, this time in the one n' only Colorady (US&A).  I'll just let you know my chill level is at medium right now when it should be at like 11- I'm not gonna go into details because it's personal and involves pottytown. 

Anyhoo, whip out ye' old guitarorado and play me some Rockies! lols.

Sals sitting next to me right now and says aloha to all you readers.  (Sal wrote some bullshit garbage here but I gave it a one way ticket to delete-town cause she knows that my PC is off limits)

Keep it real,

Bill Doody

Lets Talk About Pets

Hey dawgs I thought I'd tell you about some pets (mine).  Above you will find a sweet pic of yours truly and my doggy Hurt chillin in the den.  Good boy Hurt! Hurt loves to take walks, play with chewie toys, and rip up the fuckin couch (BAD DOG).  Overall, Hurt is a kewl doggy (9/10) and the high-king of Doody Pet-town.  

Here is Ball the Cat in a rare appearance of friendly-time.  Ball is our oldest cat at 11 besides Yogurt (deceased).  Usually Ball hides all damn over and then meows the fuck out like really randomly.  Since Ball sounds pretty damn close to my given name (Bill), I make Sal call him Bool to avoid any bullshit-time confusement.  Sometimes bitch forgets so someone gets the silent treaty.

Now here is the fucking demon piss-shit turd we call Gushers.  The damn turtey was a gift from Sal, and as I've said before he always shits on my handy when I try and enjoy playtown.  Needless to say, what fuckin goes around comes around! (someday he's gonna get a surprise visit from my asshole!!!) -sorry kiddies for vulgarville, he just really knows how to push my butties. 

Last but now least we have our newest addition: Pool.  Pool Doody is pictured below with Sal and is a cat.  Pool is shy, but a sweet kitty and loves to nibble on our treaties lol!

I love my pets.  (not you Gushers)

I leave for traveltime next week so I'm hella psyched- get the Jimmy Biffet out it's time to say buon giorno to the rockies!

Keep it real,

Bill Doody

Bullshit Galore

So I'm back from ye olde Key West after the sweetlife at Margaritaville and all I'm gonna say is BULLSHIT.  Yesterday as you know was Easter, but it might as well have been something like labor day... lol.  Anyhoo, I bought myself some jellybeanies to munch on (eat) and a spy ear for Easty..  I wore it all day and heard lots of kewl sounds, but since Sal was over at the Dempenchests (fuck you frank and beth!!) for Easter, where I wasn't allowed, I had to go to town.  I drove over to almost-town (thats a pretty sick song name... hey Jimmy Biffit, need an idea??? lol) with my spy ear which was sick at first because of the badass road sounds but then it all turned to a mound of crap.  A retard animal was jumpin around so I honked the horn, which was extremely fucking loud in my damn spy ear.  I screamed the fuck out and almost crashed while I tried to park and recover from loudtown.  I didn't even get to go to the  village Easty egg hunting time because I had to eat fucking dinner with Sal when she got back.  Dinner was decent.

Here's a kewl pic of Easty dinner with our new cat Pool trying to get some nibbles off of Sal lol

Sorry I haven't posted in a couple weeks, I've been busy planning a new trip to (drumroll....) Colorado and the Field of Dreams in Iowa! missin Key West, but this trip is gonna be off the hook doggies!

Keep it real,

Bill Doody