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A sopping gray granita has been slathered on the ground and sluices down the street, left overnight by drunken pixies too sloshed to toss any sparkling fairy dust.
Posted at 07:30 AM in Nubbins | Permalink
'drunken pixies' made me laugh!
Thursday, February 19, 2009 at 12:34 PM
Oh good! Glad you got a kick out of it. :-)
Monday, February 23, 2009 at 08:33 PM
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