Jim Carrey Online

Eskarpin, if you're feeling lonely, then you need to make a change.

Is there somewhere you can get help? Someone you can turn to?

It's not good to go around with dead smiles and dead eyes.

Be true to yourself, follow your heart and it will all work out.

Got up today after a restless sleep...went looking for my boot. SUCCESS! Well, success after waiting for the snake that had camped in it to move along. I put that boot back on, turned to go, and tripped on an armadillo. Guess I'm still a little 'rattled'...

Wheeeee!!!...........armadillos.....chewy on the inside, crunchy on the outside!!!

fluffy

Tastes like chicken.

wylde wrote:Tastes like chicken.

Which apparently taste like frog legs.
but I wouldn't know, I haven't tried frog legs....sounds kinda gross.

I made my way down to the creekbed to find my beer stash in the cool water. It's a long hot walk and well worth it ...aw damn. Bears. There sits a big ole bear at the edge of the water with a can of beer in his mouth foaming and spraying in every direction. You know, if the cuss had just waited a little bit... I hope that wasn't my last.

So I'm eyeing this bear with my beer...NOW I'm HOT and fit to be tied with nowhere to hide. I could do with a long tall Texan on a noble steed with an ice cold anything and a helping hand. Just my Luck...

...when I said "Long Tall Texan," I didn't mean one of 'Longhorn' variety. There he is, cooly eyein' me eyein' the bear, his nostrils flaring. In. Out. In. Out. And his right hoof scratchin' at the dusty plain. Damn my red suede jacket!

Yeah. I could do with a beer or two...AFTER a rescue.

I woke up nose to nose with an indian shaman poking and prodding me, which gave me quite a start, but I've thoroughly convinced him now that I am quite alive, in spite of my injuries, and require no more peyote today.

I'm planning my escape... nice teepee and all, and God knows my understanding of these people is limited, but it seems they plan to trade me into an arranged marriage in another tribe for a colt for the Chief's son's 8th birthday. OR I am white chicken stew for pow-wow. Either way, is not looking so good for me right now...

Hau Kola!

Oops! Well, they're NOT Sioux...probably an enemy. They look mad. I think I'm smoked (big gulp).

lol.........with a good old pinch of salt i'm sure you'll be delicious......lol

fluffy

Just my Luck... we're at the rendevous point. Here come the scouts. They're using some kind of sign language, but it looks more like 'rock, scissors, paper,' ...they're looking me up and down. One's shouting. One's laughing. There's a scuffle... this might be my opportunity knocking cross your fingers!!!