Brief introduction

I often thought of myself as something of an intellectual, often referring to other people with lesser mindsets as 'you there'.
Then, slowly, as I became aware of these unique, rugged, dare I say "rogue-ish" yet somehow enchanting combustion engine vehicles gallivanting around Charles Towne, I noted to myself to investigate such and inquired at the neighboring plantation.

Lo and behold, Sir Reginald Thesborn Furlfochild III, Esq. informed upon this person that the same such horseless carraige was indeed, a Nippon Imperial (Nay, Toyota) FJ Cruiser.

Tasking myself to investigate everything and anything I could impart my much celebrated cerebral muscles to dwell upon, I began using the intrawebs for other carnal persuits persuant to the learning of the what, who, when  and how of aquiring one of these vivacious beasts.

Brazilan fart porn ladies would just have to wait.

Moving ever further down the rabbit hole of knowledge, I had amassed such a base of information about the vehicle that I felt it was time to venture forth, and take one upon a 'test drive'.

I rallied the household help to the task, and without further ado, we lept forth and beyond my wildest imagine, I was behind the round harness and in charge of this stallion.  I was breathless, night upon night had I dreamed of this and here, upon my bare breast beat the heart of pure horsepower...

Joy, oh joy of living, often comparing the driving to wontonsexual adventures with the twin gimps father used to keep hidden in the root cellar, I became adept with the taming of this creature, bending it to my will and yet, at the same time, being submissive and kind in the extreme as we learned together how to navigate to the mall.

Imagine my surprise when I became aware that such was not the only place for this newly aquired motor coach and I...there was an undercurrant, nay, a second life that dwell out there...in the 'wilderness' where civilized persons dare not tarry, for fear of being out of touch with thier facebooks and mojitos, and little tan cabana boys...

I lept for it, daring myself to stray from the path, family and heritage be damned said I as I tackled the first of many,many obsticles...never again to think about how such things would have scared the dickens out of my old self...my old, civilized, self waxing on about the weather to pass the time away NEVERMORE!

Out in the wild lands is where I belong...

Rugged...


Free...




Free...





Free...



I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay
I sleep all night and I work all day
He's a lumberjack and he's okay
He sleeps all night and he works all day

I cut down trees, I eat my lunch
I go to the lavat'ry
On Wednesdays I go shopping
And have buttered scones for tea
He cuts down trees...
He's a lumberjack...

I cut down trees, I skip and jump
I love to press wild flow'rs
I put on women's clothing
And hang around in bars
He cuts down trees...
He's a lumberjack...

I cut down trees, I wear high heels
Suspendies and a bra
I wish I'd been a girlie
Just like my dear papa
He cuts down trees...
He's a lumberj...?