Gull. Darned bird eyes my lips as they wrap around the sandwich so I rip off a crust toss it down and within the time it takes to say I quit the bread disappears in two convulsive gulps the closing bill a career ending with a sharp black tip
Well, tires they are, but I don't think that dock would think of them as spares, though as far as I know docks don't think, and if a dock could, well, I don't think I want to know what's on its mind.
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"Gull. Darned"
Damn, that's good!
Thanks! A true groaner it is!
What are those, spare tires in the background?
Well, tires they are, but I don't think that dock would think of them as spares, though as far as I know docks don't think, and if a dock could, well, I don't think I want to know what's on its mind.
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