This is a picture of BFE. My home is there, actually taking up most of the picture. Well, actually we live on the left side which is half out of the frame, but anyway. If you've never actually seen BFE with your own eyes, well, now you've got a photo of it. Try staring at it for more than a minute. Try. Yah can't do it, I tell ya, because its BFE. Even though the fact of the matter is that its completely illegal to do BF in E. Oh yes those E's don't like BF or BFers or especial BFing tourists. Now don't blame them. Its not their fault that we make them want to BFE. We shave our legs. E women don't shave anything - they should, but they don't. I once embarrassed myself while in E. I said to my E friend "Your pet monkey is lovely in that dress." Well how was I to know. I thought, well, maybe men are allowed to marry monkeys in E. It was an outrageous situation. You can BFE an E in six positions (thank you), but call his wife a monkey and you're out the door. I held his legs up for goodness sakes. And he was dry and sandy and putting his feet on my shoulders was like wearing cowpatty-earings. And you spit in your hand, and the desert just blows it away. We almost had to borrow some spit from his camel. Well my little patch of BFE isn't nearly as unfriendly as the real E, where tragically, BFing is not allowed. But we have to face the awful truth. There is no BFE. All those hungry Bs in E are starving. Starving, I tell you! Well, there is the one guy with the monkey-wife. His B is six positions of happy. So I shout to you E. I shout to you like a crazy person "There is BFE! There is BFE every day! But its a family secret so, no names." We love you and good night.

P.S. We're going to move out of BFE, which is actually in SLO, with our sights aimed for SF. There isn't a third letter. This joke doesn't work with only two. I could say something like SFCA! What? Are you a moron? Thats four letters. Well, we could see it like three plus a little extra. No, we can't. Well gosh durn it what do you want.? XYZ?! PDQ?! They're taken! And it aint my fault San Francisco, yeah, that's right, I said it, and I'll say it again. It ain't my fault that SAN-FRAN-CIS-CO only has two letters and your not so funny jackass. Hey, If I renamed my B to be E, would there be BFE. Yep and EFE too. Wow. So you think its the sand? Yep, sand and BFing were never good friends. Ya know thats also true at the beach. Hey yeah, and that never stopped me. We should send them help. They are obviously in need of spit. That camel joke is so true, ya know, almost and stuff. Could we collect spit and send it to E in order to help them BFE No my friend, sadly no. We need to save all our spit for SF!. What's this bad punctuation day or what. I gave SF an !, so now it has three letters. Thats so dumb. How do you say "!". Really, I want to know. Do you do a dance or maybe pee your pants a little. It looks like a penis. Okay you win! SF! No I'm afriad its still not right. Wait,I have it. SF!! San Francisco with two happy penises just hanging out together. They are so close they could rub together. Wow that's really gay. Okay so what have we achieved in the this little PS. BFSF!! That's totally happening right now. BFSF!! It has six letters, two of which have questionable pronunciation. Maybe those ! are like the happy sounds you make when you BFSF!! Thats good, happy sounds. How come your PS is as long as your Blog! I thought you wanted a big blog tonight. Well then you misheard me. Good night. BFSF!!