The Author's Hangout Vending Machine

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and a frenzy of strawberry-inspired lust sweeps over Lit.

I put in a whole array of licentious Summer Solstice celebrations...

and, it begins with a strawberry shortcake and ends with a special dessert.

I put in a bowl of real whipped cream.
 
and you find that the tongue-rolling mutation is not that rare.

I put in the bent-little-finger mutation...

and, you find that goes back to ancient England for drinking from a teacup for too long.:D

I put in two tickets to Ripley's Believe it or Not Museum.
 
you lead; I follow. Never been there.

I put in Breakfast at the Queen's Hotel, Leeds.

and you lead the way to Leeds.
I'm afraid I only know my way around London City, Camden Town, and University College.

I put in some bangers and mash with an ale at the Euston Flyer...
 
and you lead the way to Leeds.
I'm afraid I only know my way around London City, Camden Town, and University College.

I put in some bangers and mash with an ale at the Euston Flyer...

as it flies up the M1 to Leeds. Round the ring road into the centre and park in their Car Park. Admire the statue of the Black Prince and go in for a culinary breakfast of world-beating proportions.


I put in a glass of real orange juice.
 
as it flies up the M1 to Leeds. Round the ring road into the centre and park in their Car Park. Admire the statue of the Black Prince and go in for a culinary breakfast of world-beating proportions.


I put in a glass of real orange juice.

and I know where I'll breakfast next trip across the pond.

I put in a gallon of real Quebec maple syrup...
 
not a clue what it is, but it sounds nice.


I put in a thunderstorm

and you find shelter in a gazebo already housing a lovely young woman in a dripping wet dress and needing someone to keep her warm.

(Quebec style buckwheat pancakes)

I put in a dry divan for the gazebo...
 
and you find shelter in a gazebo already housing a lovely young woman in a dripping wet dress and needing someone to keep her warm.

(Quebec style buckwheat pancakes)

I put in a dry divan for the gazebo...

and I notice that there is a towelling robe to hand, just her size.
Pity she's gay and truly hates men. . . . .


I put in a large glass marble.

[erm - buckwheat? ]
 
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