Piece is stuck in muck -- me in mold, for once no metaphor -- longing to be done, so gonna get some wheelie bus lakeshore sun, & if I'm really lucky, maybe I'll have a souvenir scimitar lobbed my way.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Rays of the sun
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That would make you King of Cleveland based on local customs, right R.G.?
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I'm too tired to try to understand you today.
I thought you hated the bus. Don't tell me you're going somewhere on it on your day off!
*Gasp*
Is the wife away with your wheels or something? Did she finally leave you???
((Hugs))
Laura
If you're really lucky you might just find a genie in a bottle. Of course, if he's in a foul mood there could be trouble.
if, nay, good sir, the Peonage hath been in a battel to the Death with the Nobility, & their minion Yeomanry, of which counted in their numbers are Jesuits and Freemason Bilderbergers, since the dawn of the age.
laura, nothing to understand, & no, I don't hate the bus, just certain trappings & the ever-increasing fares.
susan, no Barbara Edens, no edged weapons & worst of all, forgot my damn camera at home. Too much mold spore inhalation nukes the cranium.
Randal, here's an image featuring some rays of the sun, in a remarkable image I thought you'd enjoy. It's Clevelandistan, no less.
SW turn it off. Turn it off. You should know we Washingtonians don't tan, we rust.
Hopefully that scimitar will not be thrust into your back. Like to see you explain that one to the wifey.
SWA, serendipitous, for that's exactly where I was, rambling 'round Voinovich Park.
demeur, I highly recommend the cafe suntan, my friend. Nothing to explain, strange women lying in ponds are as dangerous as Bloods, Crips or the CIA.
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