What can I say? I got a way with words. I'm an old lady's man.
wait...
Didn't I just have writer's block? Or was that you.*
Or is it writers block like drivers license. You have to have a block to write. Like one of those drafting pencils but even fatter.
I had one beer. Now I'm a genius on the lyrical dance floor.
*read this one before the other one or it won't make sense until you read the other one and then you'll have to go back and re-read this one and by that time it won't be funny anymore. **
**if it ever was.
Wait. What? You got some explaining to do here.
Definitely you.
I wasn't authorized. To say. My actual thoughts. In the Net. Publicly.
You're cracking me up like walnuts in autumn little brains delicious eats walnut meats.
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Don't get short with me old lady!!
Mmmmm little brains. Pilot's favorite outdoor sport in autumn is walnut. It's better than ball cuz you get to eat it.
Respect.
Your.
Elders.
Or else.
Don't ask what. I pre-empted that.
Really? That's hilarious! Good thing he's not a white furry fluffy dog. Walnuts on my mind because I foraged a bunch this year. Also wild apples (not crab apples). Made hot pepper apple jelly. Don't tell anyone. I didn't take pics.
That's it. I'm coming over for nuts 'n' jelly.
Bring your mouth. I also made wickedly delicious caramel (with raw cane sugar).
Moan.
Groan.
I made some sort of cuplike crust thing with crushed roasted almonds and dark chocolate bits filled with that caramel I mentioned, topped with more crushed almonds. I ate one for desert. I don't eat desert. I nearly died from the richness of the experience. It took everything I had to come back to life to reply to comments.