While constipation kept me in arrears, asper daily writing, thus ordinarily straight forward practiced process culling material, (a daily endeavor generally mastered by your truly), this moment bares with more difficulty, thus derriere's functionality created backlog (of personal business), hence presenting literary chops, a real bummer today, disgruntlement with Fanny Pack, (which gripe flares cheeks) pitted me considerably behind schedule, so...here's the scoop (hoop fully solid explanation for my absence) amidst virtual chattering class otherwise known as Face booking, Instagramming, and Whatsapp pin with ma Jeers zee Boyz'n the hood, ah...also dem "Back Street Boys" oh mother f***er..., I just learned day got eliminated and blocked, (cuz o' their wiped out, wasted, sunken, flushed, dumpy untidily bowled over appearances), Sargeant Scott Coreless forced their evacuation citing Lumineers as more ass toot, hence the emcee then welcomed, opening dreck "Johnny On The Spot," and the "The Proctologists," who performed before nares Naked Lady sighted spectators, with lovers spooning within cheeky pairs otherwise, essentially a pooped out crowd sitting on their haunches, while myself perched some distance away with my comfortably numb tuckus atop the porcelain Goddess a awaiting emetic to expel for iCloud to finish updating before continuing with sign out... from this Macbook Pro, which aye sheepishly pro state as the long winded soup peer re: or (flatulence riddled) explanation.