HAPPY TRAILS TO YOU UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN

Okay, I’m very concerned. Today I heard from VideoEd: Let Mike keep fishing, your updates are better anyway! Tell Mike if he finds Sunrise Adams on a boat out there in the Ocean to please bring her back to Atlanta with him.” Video Ed? The guy who said I was “more boring than Luke Ford” is saying nice things about me?! Uh-oh, he must have something up his hoof. I told Mike what you said, Ed, and he said he’s way too busy fishing (and fantasizing about me) to think about pussy. Yeah, right. I get the feeling South will be grabbing tit when the chicks are leaning over his casket. Thanks for the e.
I placed this picture of an innocent little piggy on my site to herald the arrival of Spring. Curious turned it into this not so innocent picture and this totally hysterical picture, and since South only gave me the abbreviated version of Dreamweaver training, you’ll just have to click on the links. Thanks, Curious.
I received this email from Frank: ‘Yo, Goddess! I need some advice. My girlfriend of four years broke up with me last night. She said “it’s not you, it’s me.” What the hell does that mean?” Dear Frank, That means it’s you.
I’ve had such a great time updating for Mike, y’all have been so nice. See? I’m even picking up the lingo and the accent.South was all bent out of shape because I added, “see ya’ll when I get back” to his post. He pointed out that it’s y’all, NOT ya’ll. Hey, I’m a NORTHERNER–or as Mom South refers to me–a YANKEE–how would I know?!But since it’s almost time for Mike to get home, I must leave the comfort of Casa de South. Awwww, indoor plumbing, I’ve missed you. I’ll be heading North, and I can’t tell you how good it will feel to have my feet on U.S. soil once again. Before I sneak out of the “condo,” like a thief in the night, I’d like to show you a few pics from one of Mike’s many, many, many photo albums. This is a picture of Mike when he was a baby. On the back it says, “Little Mikey…6 months old.” Damn, I thought my tykes were big babies. If Mom South could squeeze that out, I’m in total awe of her. We all know of Mike’s endless pursuit of pussy, but how many of you know that he was in the Peace Corps? Here’s a photo of him helping in a humanitarian effort. This is a picture of the new “condo” Mike has been saving all his pennies to buy. South is really stoked about it because all the vans come with the place. Plenty of space to “interview” potential Confederate Cuties! AND most importantly: do you remember that heart-warming story Mike told a few weeks back about the love of his life? How he “found her again” and he couldn’t wait to see where it went? My curiosity got the best of me since he refused to tell me who she was, so I snooped through all of his photo albums until I found HER picture. The bastard! How does he expect me to compete with THIS HOTTIE?! When he said he “found her again,” I’m guessing he meant in the back of his closet, wadded up in a ball…I feel very proud of myself right now. I’ve accomplished everything that I came here to do: update Mike’s site, invade his privacy and jill off on his stuff. Shit, I even peed in his shoes, just for the hell of it. It gives me great satisfaction to know that at some point, he will be laying his food on a place where I jilled off. Then he’ll eat it. Ergo, he will have eaten my pussy juices. (HEY! I’m MARRIED! It’s the ONLY WAY!) Thank you. You set your goals and you go for them. I’d like to thank Mike for giving me the opportunity to do his work for him while he was on vacation, and I’d like to thank you guys for being so nice. Okay now that I’ve totally grossed myself out with that food and pussy juice comment…let me leave you with these words of wisdom: As a wise man once said, “The only thing standing between me and total happiness is reality.” Later, kids.