furry and inserted
i know… i’ve been a bad friend.
you’re kind enough to visit here from time to time and lately – well – it’s just been the same old, same old. no new guffaws, no fresh chortles of surprise, no recurring roll of bemused eyes.
my excuse is that i’m working on the increasingly time-and-cost-sucking big stuff – radio distribution, videos, perhaps an annual nude-with-goats festival in the caribbean…
but i will try to do better, i promise. which reminds me.
it’s called mousing, but you use hamsters, so why not call it hamstering? or, as in the case of our fine family of elephants, capybaring?
but i digress.
below is some of the artwork for cds that are being distributed to radio stations, etc.
because it’s been remixed and remastered, ‘barbarian’ has undergone a small name change and is being re-released. i’ll post links to the new version when i have them.
in the meantime, happy new year. and let’s have a great decade.
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Ah, leisure-time pleasure…
Hey chimp, the decade isn’t over yet, and so far it stinks: Homeland Security, Sarah Palin, James Cameron. At least you still have time to consider the upper case; do you cleave to the lower out of insecurity or insignifigance?
But my, you sex crazed simian, you do have one fine pelt. So shiny, so smooth. An intergalactic trapper might travel a long way to leghold a proto-man like you. Skinned and stretched over the punk-birch smudge, soon to be ready-to-wear, so warm and PETA enraging. And so much more appealing than the scruff of that outsized rodent, that turf munching capybara – the latinos can keep it, and their salsa, too. Dance and freeze, Paco.
But you, you boreal bobo with the bikini gorging appetite, are quite another matter. You be the prey for me. So mind your back, monkey, because once I’ve cleaned the last of the reemergent beaver out of the Don and Humber, the coyotes and cats from High Park, I be coming for you. Heh, heh, a monkey in my scope, soon to see him spin and sing the song his last, like old Brebeuf at the post. Nothing like a death song. It’s been a while.
By the way, chimp, nice tunes so far, but you know what they say, All good things….
hmmm… methinks someone has stumbled into the poison ivy, penis first. you need to settle down with a sweet, young, warm, frolicking ball of fur. then we can talk.
Talk? Will you be bringing bonbons?
yes, and extra minty.
mmmm…..
ah, damn, it seems like I’ve got a lot of Cypriot olive oil I won’t be putting to planned use anywhere in the near future. Can I come?