Do you dicker?

It is very strange to be beside the people who are in the "if you find it necessary to inquire, refrain" league.
God's/god's own source, of resources ?
(As opposed to God's/god's own high, received from White Lightning.)
 
I am thinking about memory images, of the murder scene that took place in the privately owned bowling alley. (There Will be Blood film 2007)

There are Leagues, that we don't hear about ? 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea ?
 
A collection of individuals dedicated to rolling spheres down an alley at triangularly oriented bulbous objects.
 
This, makes me suspect that there was no maple syrup in my Maypo (Even though, the company was based in Vermont.)
and that there were no flesh and blood dogs involved in the poker game. (Paper mache dogs ? Trompe l' oeil ? Little People in dog suits ?)
What about my fantasies, concerning the polka ? The grins that are pasted on are false ? It is, in all realities, a grim event of torture ?
 
*snerk* Mister Freud would have bitten off more than he could chew, if he attempted to encompass all of LIT and all the Litsters.

Hotel California, or Hotel New Hampshire? A hostile European hostel ? Uncle Ernie's Holiday Camp ? Maîtresse Ariane's secret lair ?
 
I dicker at yard sales, antique shops, and things for sale privately, got some great bargains that way.;)
 
In a pro shop I once asked about a discount if I bought two of their (overpriced) shirts. Guy got mad. I thought it was a simple yes or no question. Some people.
 
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