Yes! I am back from my epic sail around the world. Set out one year ago from the port of Sweet Pudding on the horn of Southern most Taco Island in the raging torrents and spiraling eddies of the Great Pacific Gyre. My great ship the Large-O, handled beautifully through current, swells and winds of the high seas. But then we hit bad weather on the open Atlantic and I had to give up Large-O to the waves and cling to an empty handy wipe canister bobbing in that cold ocean foam.
I washed ashore at Coney Island in triumph as a swarm of news helicopters highlighted my fantastic return.
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Holy smokes man! So that's where you were at? I have been calling your cell for the last year but kept getting your voicemail: "You have reached the conch shell of the grand master Large Art, if you would like to leave a message..." I left over 400 messages before something finally picked up and told me to stop calling. I can't be sure but it sounded like Mr Squid from art school. Anyway, I'm glad you made it back Okay. I can see from this post that you have lost none of your edge.
Dang, you guys have been out on crazy adventures!! You're clinging to wipe-y boxes on the high seas or killing Sand People in Iraq...Or was it Jawas? I just thought you two had caught the gay, and were living together in Vermont making syrup or something.
Wish I could say I drugged, shipped to Mexico and had to whore my ass out to every crooked cop and sailor from Mexico City to Tiajuana just to save the 90 bucks up for a Grayhound ticket.
But I was just real lazy.
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