Thanks to Margret for telling me about her messy tangerine at her desk. That’s two blog inspired posts in a row by ya!
laura k.
19 years ago
ah…stick to the designin’, spud. your poems won’t pay the rent. i don’t think that actual poets can even pay the rent by poeming.
laura k.
19 years ago
that sounds like one messy tangerine. it’s on your ears? geez, can’t take you anywhere anymore. it sounds like a tangerine nuclear reaction over there. i had some raisins for a snack today. no real excitement potential there.
Thanks to Margret for telling me about her messy tangerine at her desk. That’s two blog inspired posts in a row by ya!
ah…stick to the designin’, spud. your poems won’t pay the rent. i don’t think that actual poets can even pay the rent by poeming.
that sounds like one messy tangerine. it’s on your ears? geez, can’t take you anywhere anymore. it sounds like a tangerine nuclear reaction over there. i had some raisins for a snack today. no real excitement potential there.
I like the use of the word goosey here. Other than that, I’ll keep my comments clean and rated “G”
Oooooooh tangerine you are so obscene. You make me yell and scream, fulfilling my every wish and dream.
…Once so tasty and juicy, now just messy and goosey. It’s all over the freakin place on my nose ears and face!