To: KittenClaws
Forget the night.
Come and live with us in forests of azure.
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars.
Out here we is stoned...
Immaculate...
110 posted on
06/13/2013 11:13:43 PM PDT by
FredZarguna
("John has a long moustache!" [Putting on helmet.] "John has a long moustache!")
To: FredZarguna
He was sittin' there with a bunch of colored sticks on his his plate.
I said "What you eatin' there boy, crayons?"
He said "Why no, they're Martian cigarettes. Here, try one."
127 posted on
06/14/2013 3:13:41 PM PDT by
tacticalogic
("Oh, bother!" said Pooh, as he chambered his last round.)
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