A Poet Walks Into a Bar . . .

*pours 2 fingers of Jack, serves coffee back* Here, get that in you. Nasty out today. You look hawt all windblown

*swallows hastily, nearly chokes...*
two fingers... ha

it was! hailstones, rain almost all day, cold, a bit blowy. luvverly stuff :D

*tilts glass to the 'tender and sips, appreciatively*
 
*swallows hastily, nearly chokes...*
two fingers... ha

it was! hailstones, rain almost all day, cold, a bit blowy. luvverly stuff :D

*tilts glass to the 'tender and sips, appreciatively*

*salutes with Pink Squirrel, moves umbrella, sips*
 
I said I wondered why people got a free pass at insulting others here on the forum. Now I know. :)

*Harry looks surprised and starts tapping on the wall to find where the voice is coming from, follows a scent of popcorn to the trap door and knocks* Hello?
 
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that remains to be seen - once it's out there, the reader gets to decide :kiss:


heh... i hope you're reading pelegrino's sound post... my head is spinning! under sounds like ander ??? :eek:

Yeah, ax scents are punny strings
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