Yeah, I know, I don't mind anyone adding to this as I am sure you do not, but they need to read the story so far and try to keep some sort of flow going. You and I have added and subtracted characters, established a link between the Enterprise in the far future and The City of New Orleans steaming down the track for Kansas, where the cyclone, oddly, still hasn't struck Dorothy Gale's house. Say, figure out the next train stop, OK? Your turn to see who gets on or off.
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I heard that before somewhere on the Forums. I think one of the Blokes dropped that off on my porch one day. Sounds like he was influenced by Spike Jones.
Being a southern boy, you'll appreciate the deep Alabama accent that starts about 0:50
You know me too well and my love of fire.
Thanks for the happy birthday.
We'll be creating another "Mozartgeist" to burn here in a couple of weeks.
Oh...and here's a song I can't seem to get out of my head lately. I think you'd appreciate it.
Except for very occasional visits to the poetry forum I wouldn't have heard of them either.
I still don't know what they mean and can't be bothered to look them up.
I think I can live without them.
Yeah, but that's a heck of a delivery charge!
Ah, Winters CA, where men are men and sheep are scared. If you go to Winters, you should check out Putah Creek Café or, if money is no object, Buckhorn Steakhouse right across the street. If you wanna eat dirty, greasy and divine, a couple of blocks further there's a Northern California chain called Pizza Factory. It only installs itself in po-dunk Northern California towns (contrary to popular belief, Northern CA us not the city or the bay- it's the giant mobile home park next to them).
As for France, the women are amazing but there's no good pizza in this country...
If you make it to Sac, Davis, Roseville or Folsom tell those cabrones hello!
Clinging to Douvres rocks
All are at the crossroads
sound of music
Skol'er of Thinkery