It's a rainy autumn morning here in Sydney. The Harbour is shrouded, the coffee is hot, and I'm in my pyjamas. And two hundred posts ago, I ventured a toe into the blogosphere, and found you all. Aaaawww. Now bring me some petit fours and rub my feet.
(Happy birthdays to Big K, Fynn9 and Nicemu the Mad Greek)
11 comments:
And we've all enjoyed every single second of it!
You want your feet rubbed with petit fours? DIRTY DIRTY GIRL!
Thats a pretty young blog, fer somone who has seen FOUR Rasputin wars.
mike: I put in the code word "pyjamas" just for you.
malach; Always.
joey: Yes, I'm a veteran. And proud of it. Spare some change?
Happy Blogbirthday! Seems like I've "known" you for a long time. Pass the petit fours, please.
I had some petit fours but I et one and now there's three.
sistah: And a snifter of cognac to go with them?
anaglyph: If you sense a little dribble, that's just my pavlovian response. (In other words, LOL).
A tender bloom,
is Cissy Strutt,
She'll never be
occluded-
but 200 posts,
and some petit fours,
and her blossoms
gone all nuded!
Joey utterd truly what,
Was clear as any crystal:
"No one but our Cissy Strutt,
Packs quite so nice a pistil."
Polanski's here to flirt with you
But really he likes gay men
A rectal pollination fan
By means of his short stamen.
Thanks for the poems
the pyjamas, the wishes
For sharing my petit fours,
cognac, knishes.
It's a big love fest
with nudity galore.
I hope that I'm here
for two hundred more.
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