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A book of curses underneath the cow
A jug of bread, a loaf of wine, and thou
Beside me ranting in a state of bliss
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twinkle, twinkle, great horned owl
can you tell me, learned fowl
if my hair is neatly combed
or nested like a wild sea foamed
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breaks through and falls to floor, the eggs have failed. If, however, car is stopped short by elongated mound, eggs may be considered to have met challenge. Prizes may or may not be awarded.
card table. Along one edge of table, arrange scrambled eggs into elongated mound. Move to other side of the table and bring out your matchbox car, which you should have conveniently stashed in the pocket of your serape earlier. Send car racing into the egg mound. If it
Why do people with nothing to say always insist on saying it?
FROLICKING #art pic.twitter.com/0LNLf6pwP4
LIES ABOUT QUEEN VICTORIA #dada Queen Victoria knew that Disraeli wrote sonnets to his rooster, how to make Belgian waffles, two radically different ways to skin an otter, the difference between snow and parliament, and an awful lot about peaches. pic.twitter.com/2DhNYYVptm
LEAVES NOT GOING GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT #photo #dylanthomas pic.twitter.com/eB7rWXRaVm
4 of 5 stars to A Shilling for Candles by Josephine Tey goodreads.com/review/show/51…
there’s disgrace. S.M: Double time! Now! Forward …. HARCH! L.M: Or time and a half. Whatever.
THE STERN MARTINET AND THE LAX MARTINET #whimsy S.M: Straighten that line! L.M: Looks straight enough to me, fellas. S.M: Suck in that gut, Simpkins! L.M: As if you could, eh, Simpkins? S.M: Corporal, this is a disgrace! L.M: Well, there’s disgrace and
stains, the corpse took home first prize twinkle, twinkle, great horned owl can you tell me, learned fowl if my hair is neatly combed or nested like the wild sea foamed
ERRATICA #literary A book of curses underneath the cow A jug of bread, a loaf of wine, and thou Beside me ranting in a state of bliss a man a plan a canal panama YO, BONK ON BOB NO KNOB, OY Beneath the fallen rotten tree the village loony lies With dashed out brains and bloody
THANKSGIVING ON VENUS #whimsy Thanksgiving on Venus looks exactly like this if when you say Thanksgiving you mean the Lake Tahoe Basin and by Venus you mean a sunny Autumn day. pic.twitter.com/trwxasYuDX
THANKSGIVING LIES #lies The meal in 1621 featured a piquant salsa prepared lovingly by Miles Standish, clam and roast duck sandwiches, Squanto leg wrestling with Governor Bradford, an eel-slurping contest, and enough wine, ‘very sweete & strong’, to satisfy ye palates of all.
BETWEEN PORTALS #art pic.twitter.com/5zFnxmiuSR
5 of 5 stars to Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston goodreads.com/review/show/51…
#FairyTaleTuesday The banished king was allowed back into the castle to see if he had mended his ways. He hadn't.
LIES ABOUT TOSCANINI #music Arturo Toscanini once sparred with Jack Dempsey, got his hand stuck in the bell of a french horn, did a headstand on a speeding motorcycle, killed a falcon with his slingshot, and shortsheeted Puccini. pic.twitter.com/GMBxSEpUHW
himself to a life of crime Pam, Pam, dumb as a clam tried to walk on a lake of jam Sinking time after time after time she resigned herself to a life of crime Paul, Paul, dumbest of all, outwitted by a billiard ball, committed not a single crime, devoted himself instead to mime
THE ROAD TO CRIME #nonsense #poetry Phil, Phil, dumb as a pill tried to climb a mudslick hill When he slipped for the umpteenth time he resigned himself to a life of crime Ray, Ray, dumb as a tray tried to swim in a vat of clay Stuck stock fast for the longest time he resigned
GHOST #tahoe I saw The Poseidon Adventure here when a drive-in theater occupied this space. pic.twitter.com/hkutna5DWv
Main Street disappeared into Tredmont’s Saloon. Ed Tilton adjusted his hat and scratched his nose. The Logan boys ducked out of sight. It was plain to see that they were up to no good. Hark, Doc Selmon’s dog, trotted home. The hovering spacecraft unsheathed its weapon.
INCIDENT #flashfiction The storm lashing the town at noon went completely undetected. Ten minutes earlier: Tim Ketchum wore a carbon cap. James Billet tickled the lame rabbit. The Widow Hanley was seen brandishing a knife at Monroe Harper. The stones stacked at the end of
SOUTH LAKE TAHOE #photography pic.twitter.com/OuUy3sKJHv
5 of 5 stars to The Little Sister by Raymond Chandler goodreads.com/review/show/51…
The flame of gold above sconce 2 burned modestly content. She was really looking forward to her sausage pizza treat.
I’ll canter down to get them myself.” “Don’t forget the little packets of parmesan,” called the sconce 1 flame of gold to the rapidly departing fatted calf. “AND BRING ME A PARTY HAT!” raged the hopelessly mad flame of gold flickering wildly above sconce 3.
flame of gold wobbling and sputtering insanely over sconce 3. “Hush now,” said the fatted calf while punching in numbers on his cell phone. “… Yes, I’d like to order 4 large pizzas, 2 pepperoni, 2 sausage, and none feathers and grits ……… Fatted Calf … My number is up, and
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