Saturday, February 4, 2017

Thank you, Universe!

I was very nearly stuck standing today. My muse of inspiration was mute, as opposed to a Malamute which is just as well since I couldn't afford the food and vet fees. And I have trouble sorting which end poops and which one is for petting so I'm better off steering clear.

And then out of the metaphoric blue, this story landed, figuratively speaking in my lap(top). And where, exactly, in the airplane do you suppose all of this cocaine was found?

Proving the nose knows no bounds.
Of. Course. It. Was. Goodnight, Seattle!
-bill kenny

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