Random drivel

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Because I never run out of drivel.

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I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess most of those voters were male.

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I followed this truck the other day and it made me smile. The Russians are coming? As long as they bring vodka and pelmeni I’m probably alright with that.

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O. M. G.

I may never go in my closet after dark again….

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I bought quack snacks for our visiting pair of mallards. I bought two bags because I’m a generous duck loving person.

Did the ducks appreciate my effort and generosity? They most certainly did not. And refused to eat one single lousy bite.

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Ungrateful little bastards.

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23 thoughts on “Random drivel”

    1. I save beautiful and interesting liquor bottles, the husband drills a hole in them, I fill them with lights, and I sell them at an annual craft sale (along with a few other things I make). We’re laughing at the idea of making a Vavoom bottle into a bottle light. Maybe as a gag housewarming gift? I’m already thinking of people I’d like to give this to . . .

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  1. I’m guessing the bottle will get the vodka off the shelves because the vodka itself is crap, but anyone drinking it would be too distracted to notice. I sometimes throw dry dog food over the lawn so they get some moisture in them and the birds still forage. If the ducks don’t want it, someone else may. Let’s face it – the ingredients sound nice in isolation, but together – naaah. The shoes are a crack-up. Maybe literally. It’s interesting way the brain works – we know something is a thing, but the brain can twist it into something else. Always love your drivelries.

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