Where have I been all of this time?

It feels like I have been living the life of my grandparentages as they roamed neutered through the vast jungles of my native land searching for twigs and berries and edible animal droppings on which to sustenate their bodies and their minds.

Fear not my many adoring friends from the world of the internet I beseech you that I will never abandon you again except during are holiest days of remorse and flagellation. On this you have my word as Bhagharna the Man With the Tiny Duckling.

May the peace of the contented penis overlook you in your daily lives.

Peace

Bhagarna

Oh my goodness, your head looks like my Uncle Veeha's bum!

Dear Moonie Pottie,
Please be Padme to my Anakin.
Let us make adorable little  children together.
Yours truly,
Wing Loo, the adorable little Chinese lad.

My Country's singing idol Tarvan Chunque in concert.
Listen as Tarvan sings his newest singing pop hit Funky Broadway.
Shake that thang Tarvan.

Myself and little Wing Loo on a holiday.
I kid, I kid, it is Wing Loo the adorable little Chinese lad and Ronnie McDonnie the Hamburger Clown.

This is Wing Loo the adorable little Chinese lad who is one of my Bravenet friends. He was most gracious indeed to send me this picture to share with all my other Bravenet friends.

July is upon us. I hope all my bravenet friends have prospered.
Here is hoping that Miss Moonie Pottie, little Felix Pottie, and  Wing Loo the adorable little Chinese lad, continue to enjoy the juices of the season.

Please to hear my pleas one and all. If any of you good people have had contact with Rapmaster T-Dub I would be most grateful to know his location.

July, July, may your plagues escape us.

There is a rumor spreading, like un-treated hepititis, through my country that the King of Pop will be seeking to make a residence in my country.
I hope he doesn't try to steal one of our many nubile woman of marrying age to be his bride, that would leave one less for me.
Oh Michael, I kid, I'm sure there are enough for two randy young men like ourselves.

Many scandalous rumors continue to plague my country's singing idol Tarvan Chunque and his ties to the Cult of the Antenna People.
The vests of Tarvan may be colorful and his intellect slight, but oh my, I could never believe these slanderous attacks on the man who once sang The Truth Is Difficult to Swallow.
Please let Tarvan continue his ways, that is all he wants, to continue his ways.

The stench of the Festival of the Unwashed  is everywhere, but I will gladly breathe through my mouth to commemerate the many unwashed who sacrificied their lives in the Purge of Purges visited upon my people  by our colonial masters oh so many years ago.

All Hail the Unwashed and the Righteous amoung us!!!

Many white girls have often visit my country and never have any harmful things befallen them.

Please to tell the nice people who sponsor visitations by white girls to send many white girls to my country and there will be joyous times for one and all.

Ample bottoms are preferred, but all white girls are welcome.

Uncle Veeha had a fondness for all animals, but Praala was his favorite.

Uncle Veeha liked to say that Praala was like a wife to him but without the nagging.

Please to forgive my absence for this past year.

I happened to offer a young lady, with an ample bottom, renumerations for the use of her bottom for sexual relase, but alas, the young lady was the daughter of the local high magistrate for administering justice, and I have spent the last eleven months showing great remorse for my ignoble deed.

Please do not feel sadness for my plight, for during the eleven months I spent showing great remorse Juto the Donkey Raper made frequent use of my ample bottom, thus teaching me the joys of my feminine side.

The Fast of Many Moons will soon be ending, and a most peculiar thing has happened. It appears to me that my weight has somewhat increased. How can this be? Yes, I may have developed a craving for distilled donkey urine, a not uncommone occurence for unmarried males in my age specification during the Fast of Many Moons, but the increase in my girth is most puzzling, most puzzling indeed.

I pray that Ramoodle is a merciful god and will not judge me harshly.

It is very disturbing that many of our young people would rather drink Coca-Cola and watch MTV in hopes of seeing Britney Spear's nipples than drink distilled donkey urine and deny their sexual urges by wearing the belts of abstinence in observence of the Fast of Many Moons.  Ramoodle can not being smiling down upon them at this very moment.

Don't be hoodwinked into believing that this is a site about the Blessed Virgin Doris Day. It is most cetainly not. It is about a woman that sows little and reaps many returns. Yes, a glorious trait if you were a goddess of fertility, but tantamount to blasphemy for the Blessed Virgin Doris Day.

What a humble man he is to embrace the gift of blandness with arms wide open. I believe he also enacted the character of the young Luke Walker on the televison program the people in my country refer to as The War of The Star People.

Beam me up Bhagarna.

The rumor about tainted donkey urine spreads through my village and there is much talk that this is the start of The Purge of Ramoodle.

The clarity brought on by the Fast of Many Moons has made me recall the time in my youth when my mother found me wearing her wedding outfit and pulling my duckling. It is still causing me graet anxiety and humiliation.

It is one of the holiest of times in my country. It is the Fast of Many Moons. For a period of seven suns and seven moons we must exist on a diet of only tepid water and distilled donkey urine. This is the only way to reach true inner bliss and appease the god we know as Ramoodle.

All praise Ramoodle, god of inner bliss!

Such a marvelous postings of currrent events. The young adults of your country are most fortunate to have basements of their parents in which to reside, for this is where we must store the remains of our deceased elders.

Here is a strange but wondrous girl with many enchanting stories. Her bottom is not ample but her nipples appear most edible.

Many thank yous to the kind people at the Penis Enlargement Center. I no longer need feel the shame of a tiny penis. The taunts of my childhood companions still ring in my ears.

" Oh Bhagarna, take your tiny penis and play us a little tune."

 

The Festival is over. Very much drink and eating. I met two nurse from Russai. I gave them drink in hope of having their sex parts. They curse at me and steal my wristwatch.

I have been not posting haven't I? This has been an oversite on my part, but the Festival of Vandarabla has brought many tourists, and much of these tourists are women with firm buttocks. I may a joke, yes, no? It is time for me to tend the goats, many platitudes until later. Your mama, lol!!