Discussion»Questions»Fill in the Blank» You're in line at the grocery store. The guy in front of you turns around and you notice his fly is down. You ___________
You should go to coppice wood in the Fall ......but just be careful and keep well away from the tree'fellers that's working there as you don't want to get Lumbered with a bump on the head for Loging on down under...... Top that out.....hehe
I'd have to take a leaf out of your book to compete in this thorny topic.. I could hedge my bets, but I'd end up out on a limb clutching at straws... As that English actor Edwood Woodwood said.. Don't branch off unless you want the copse to catch you. I tried lol... But I think it's two games to nil in your favour :)
I like a good Spar so please don't Bough out now.........I know your knot a sap and twigged it Fir'st Tyme we spoke...... We could speak on the phone blossom but Trunk calls stump me plus I don't have the Gall to root about anymore...... :)
Bough out? Yew might, but I pine fir more... Our leader, Elder Berry, who wines on oft thymes, had oft o pined on fern calls... But I'll hedge my bets, and beleaf them to be safe. Wood that we could, for pleasure shared
Does sprucing up include some deforestation? Gentle rolling hills and mounds, this pleasant land, this England... To gambol amongst those pleasing lands, to explore those trills and clefts, those welcoming valleys... Don't hibernate, come dance beneath the stars themselves and let our frolics Neath they're icy stare set their tongues to waggle and their minds to wonder...
It's Ode of ewe at this late tyme. To write poetically line after line. And as I dont wish to appear to terse. Each line I right will appear as verse. You speak of mounds and clefts and things . As nature demands we have such things. They are I think the gift of life. And so I think is every Wife. I wonder what it's like to wander. Pleasant valleys far of yonder . Deforested all laid bare . Where Nymphs can play with out a care. That would I think be quite delightful . So long they are never spiteful...... ;)P
Sprites and spite... Two different things In fair land doth dwell. Within my soul Spite finds no hold To fester, dark and dreary Rather me a sprite To linger and explore Such hidden vales In yonder land Those I crave To share with you Pleasures laid bare Kissed with morning dew The hidden clefts Each mound and vale I gift to you In this foreign land To have, to hold To share to own Our pleasure mixed Neath the stars above This ode is over I have come This penultimate line With you in mind below the southern cross :)
Why? Because those grocery queues are so closely packed that if he turns around and I see his fly it probably means that I was looking at his butt. Couldn't it be a woman instead? I'd be much more like to be looking at her butt.
Benedict Arnold 