Musings on a pot-luck
Where I've asked everyone to bring a different gravy. What happens if we run out of food to pour gravy on? Although there may have never been food -- we may have been pouring gravy on gravy and slurping out of bowls and cups, first using spoons, then ladles, then our mouths and tongues. Now there is gravy in my hair. But what next? Do we start to pour and smear gravy on each other? Do we pour it on the floor, build a meaty Slip 'n Slide? Both?
Both probably.
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Both probably.
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Labels: insomnia
6 Comments:
I suffered from the insomnia last night, too. I blame it on all the cafeine.
Yes, it's a wonderful drug for producing, getting results, making money, but a very poor bedfellow.
Does it matter? I love gravy. :)
If gravy, nothing else matters.
keep lots of bread on hand and you'll never have enough gravy, oh insomnia, i've never experienced it when it wasn't chemically enhanced.
Insomnia?
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