I haven’t picnicked under his gentle boughs in many weeks. I’ll spread my eatin’ blanket right up alongside his stout trunk and jam some burger into my hole.
Is it really just going to be the above postees tonight? I was looking forward to a massive attack. I’ll be happy to see anyone and everyone, nonetheless. Puttin’ on my rib bib…
The mashed potatoes defiantly stood their ground against the gravy, as if they’d read The Artist’s Way and said, “I’m going to be boring and forgetful in my own potato-y way!”
I'm in.
See you at six, all.
See you there,
I will.
I haven’t picnicked under
Dont know for sure but I
Yeah I just checked
Is it really just going to