Well, ladies and gentlemen. Most of you in the approximate region of Virginia-which is to say most of you-notice and know that today marks day five of nearly continuous rain here in the pastoral majesty of Our Fair Commonwealth. Thirty-Five to go, folks! We’re one-eighth of the way! Surely that must warrant the odd ‘Huzzah’ from a few of my
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the sea is far away; and that would be a hell of a walk home.
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and if you're looking for inspiration, rent Return to Oz...the creepy one. Starts with Dorothy being washed out to sea during a torrential rainstorm. Just think of the fun you could have with Wheelers
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For I am now far away from any rain and will likely only see it once a year, and fleetingly at that.
Once I enjoyed the wet, but my bones no longer ache for swollen sockets and joints that feel like rotting pistons.
Electric Bastard, your words do ever greatly entertain, and your power over the prose increases with each peice you publish. Keep it up.
And I love your icon. Chair Leg of Truth, indead.
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swollen sockets and joints and pistons...you old fart...you sure you moved to vegas and not florida? I know how they're both pretty toasty and old geriatric shitheads suffering from senility and alzheimer's can get so confused so easily...
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But i'm sure i told you about the truck running out of gas. because i called like everybody i ever knew that night and told them about it.
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