bring your own Dom
Jim will read aloud excerpts from his St.Robe Fiction anticipating good vibes.
He reports (that) he's opted to wear a madras flannel toga.
No derringers on garters, please!
Have we forgotten Fats Waller?
Sending a modest sum to littleroses.org and O'Donnel's K.I.N.D as well as Our Salon.
gotta go! This plumbers torch just flamed the gristle beneath the pan of pork chops (thank-you Arm & Hammer!) and I've lard all over the volume dial - - - can't turn down the Theme from Dr. Navarro meant to type Zhivago..
Blessings to all.
Keep in mind:
you've got soul!
Fracking Failsafe Falcons
Flabbergustave Foilable Faulstavian Filliabusters
Graci' for the several PM's but Hart's gone full PK Dick, yust a nutter tsk master, literally drooling upon dis screen, yammering 'bout his last lapdance on a Tilt-a-wheel.
Simultaneously discombobulating his org Commodore Portable Compewter Plexiglas without a clue parently <)ap verbalizing on&on (his nebulous breath like dank peyote in the Painted Desert) while straight as an arrow targeting
to draft a coherent essay Add to dictionary supposition [sic] ally: that: DNC Ought Drop Jackass as its Mascot
forevermore using a white creature a
Whale or Buffalo or Hologram of FDR
I opt for whale. (Theoretically less methane}.
Pure as the midnight riffled moon shadow snow all with precious violet hue.
>an endangered party/p>
What about (would it be a syllogism, jim?) THAT we have only 2 parties cause it's easier to blame someone rather then two.
Meanwhile, all these codices for my Gumbo-Mumbo-Jumbo eatery franchises that heap the table have lapsed nearly farcical, so much skull-drudgery if I may be so (b)old and, frankly, I'm yelling back in Hart's face: 'I just don't give a sudden KA-52 Alligator surprise over the dune' how cagey you were, we're not zackly in Davos, Switzerland are we and, your idea to simultaneously 'lightbulb' Roof and Santiago in a Skinnerian-like 'learning' discourse prolly W/B 'cruel and unusual'.
So it is back to this sundry complacency.
As sadly the Inauguration has demised to an Eggauration regardless of KellyAnn's (weird ....the goregeous spokeswoman spellchecks to Killians') incessant rationalizations.
As though the sometimes-good Master Murdach is the sole obstructionist to any SETI consummation.
And this Jules Verne-like floatation platform is raising hell with my Reynauld's.
Or maybe the wetsuit is too tight. Fingers crossed that my dusty spike baseball shoes don't drop from dome center where upon a giant bird poses big as that glowed moon with whispering clouds right now almost trespassing over this winter's daylight.
Two Gold Fish In a Glass Slipper Maybe I'll get a third chance to make a second impression?
Thought the coral piano 'twas a bit much.
Reflections! Ain't your image? Good better best. Rail champagne & a splash of Grey Goose?
Make it through the night, guys . . .
hey put some clothes on~
it's lunch time~
i'd rather have a fork in hand, than say, on the road~
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