[Pete from Shawnee Mission]

Coffee! That picture of the bottle of MD on the last thread? Last night? Scribblings under the Grand Piano? Everything revealed!

No rose and lavender breeze in a moonlit garden filled with the sound of the fountain and the feel of the cool damp night air; Only the thrilling hygienic scent wafting off the Lysol tree growing next to the trash can... (Alas!)

[TEXOKIE]

Coffee! That picture of the bottle of MD on the last thread? Last night? Scribblings under the Grand Piano? Everything revealed!
No rose and lavender breeze in a moonlit garden filled with the sound of the fountain and the feel of the cool damp night air; Only the thrilling hygienic scent wafting off the Lysol tree growing next to the trash can... (Alas!)

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(ROFL!!!)

Thanks for the heart wrenching lament, Pete! The life of a FReeQ is truly fraught with challenge.... and sometimes disappointment.

*texokie pulls a beanbag up to the covfefe table so Pete can sit down. She offers him some fresh covfefe, and pats him solicitously on the back*

There there.