The door is open . . .

Come on in and talk.  Or drop off one of your random bursts of verbal energy -- poem, limerick, story, top ten list, clerihew, essay, rant, Surrealist or Dadaist poem, parody, cento, dirty joke, amusing syllepsis, dirty syllepsis, haiku, dirty haiku . . . to share.

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[prairie biker]

Morning!

It's chilly outside.

[gail]

Hi PB. What are you up to today?

[prairie biker]

gonna have lunch with my friend the model, go translate for a traffic call at the court and gotta gotta gotta get caught up on some writing assignments.

should also have the client's critique for the first sample for the book too.

[prairie biker]

how's about you?

my darn foid card still hasn't shown up. I gotta give them a call.

[Scott P]

Hi y'all.

[gail]

I'm holding a tutorial and office hours this morning and then coming home early because Laura's school has early dismissal today.

[Scott P]

Whoo hoo! Margaritas at Gails later!

[gail]

You can have a Margharita if you help me clean the carpet.

[Rob B.]

Hey Scott, I have a question. We had a halfhearted debate the other day at our blog over the FDA possibly allowing for the use of milk and meat from cloned animals. You have a position on that?

[Scott P]

Throw in some chips and salsa and it's a deal!