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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.
'drunken pixies' made me laugh!
Posted by: marja-leena | Thursday, February 19, 2009 at 12:34 PM
Oh good! Glad you got a kick out of it. :-)
Posted by: Leslee | Monday, February 23, 2009 at 08:33 PM
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'drunken pixies' made me laugh!
Posted by: marja-leena | Thursday, February 19, 2009 at 12:34 PM
Oh good! Glad you got a kick out of it. :-)
Posted by: Leslee | Monday, February 23, 2009 at 08:33 PM