cornucopiae of duckishtness. yabble. orlean described the woncer like the sacky thing it was, and when those tomatters grind between the teeth,, pulsh! goes that tomarrer jooce. ick. but the taste isn’t so, as it were, so so.
yertru had cukes and tommarters in a solid (fist raised) with vinny and a sour beet green, etc. homever, a groce of turkeys keep……
feeling brane slipping further, gripping..?
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ah, hibbyhibbyhibby duck. I duck beneath my tomato/potato and smell that they are different but written so very much the same. I gasp.
I have a system gentrified with benedryl and tylenol and too much sugar. It’s strange, and it’s because of sunburn, so more strange, so I am half in a bag.
Or hyphenate that and you’ve got yourself a marvel.
i got some sausage like that on my own skin, but now it’s peeling away, drying up and blowing away in the wind…
Not to quibble, but quibblingly, I would’ve thought of it more along the lines of pepseroni, than sausage. Flat and crispy on the edges. Not long and round.
Okay.