Mr. Peepers

There is a plastic owl in the vegatable garden. The bird is stuck on a pole and it can spy for quite a distance with it's little gem eyes and a camera for a brain. Today, at the west bunker of the Zionist Jihad Party Boys, a drag queen made her presence. Pink dress, black hair (wig) and pumps. Her arms gave her away and the ass. Ugly fucking drag too, skinny bitch with shoulder blades bigger than her tits. She muscled the trash cans and it was obvious that the bitch knew her trash.

She looked over at my collection of butt flossers hanging on the chain link. It rained today, nothing like a rain cleaned butt flosser, especially with warm weather just around the corner. I could tell the bitch was wearing one herself. She fancied my more brighter ones, like the pink and blue with white popcorn stitching at the crotch. If it wasn't for her stilettos catching on the rough asphalt of the alley, she would have nabbed my popcorner butt flosser. But she must have pushed hard on the barrels and it looked like one of her heels came loose. Drag queens are use to loosing heels, they carry hammer and nails in their Gucci bags just for that reason.

Mr. Peepers' head moved to the direction of the Lady of the Forest. One of her men folk had a real nice bike on the back of his car. A much better bike than the rack holding it to the car. Guess he's not worried about the bike falling off because he was too fucking cheap to get a good rack. But hey, Mr. Peepers doesn't give a rat's ass. The Lady of the Forest hasn't been seen since the birthday party. That could change.

Mean Queen's palace lawn again looks like a cow pasture. She will shriek at Daddy until he relents and forces my Mexican gardeners to his bidding for the mighty Yankee dollar. In fact, the grass has gone to seed. Little pods waving in the wind waiting for the sickle. Mr Peepers noticed that they leave early each day at the palace and return late at night. Even Daddy leaves early and returns late. The palace walls are crumbling, the trash hasn't been taken out in three weeks and Mean Queen has stopped her egg laying. There may be a rush from the tunnels that hold the slaves of Mean Queen. It could be that the drag queen might capture a few if they make a run for it.

Mr. Peepers is on lookout high above the string beans.