That was indeed my Marconigram. Our schooner was out hunting for the Consortium of Sorcerous Minnows and Sperms, only to come across the "creeping" wreckage of a disaster. 39 mates were matriculated, 102 blue-jays jaded and, fortunately, only 7 sprigged.
That was indeed my Marconigram. Our schooner was out hunting for the Consortium of Sorcerous Minnows and Sperms, only to come across the "creeping" wreckage of a disaster. 39 mates were matriculated, 102 blue-jays jaded and, fortunately, only 7 sprigged.
ReplyDelete39 you say? A Splendid bulbology!
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