And I Quote about garden coffee clubs, "Interesting … women can't even accept hand-to-thong tips, apparently). “
Now that I have your rapt attention, the ongoing disputes regarding grounds in your coffee grinds groaning in the compost is what we have here on el quinto de mayo! Still a fortnight away from safety regarding the frost zone in our zone. However, we planted and dusted with the blood of cows and not the crumbs of coffee.
The earth, warm from the radiance of long wave radiation, coddling my implanted seeds. Birds and vermin excluded from the club with the generous gilings of blood meal having finally fallen to the plot. Now the world awaits.
But hail all have you seen and heard the news in these burbs? http://www.therecord.com/news/local/article/716813--parking-tickets-keep-coming-for-hespeler-homeowner
That was the front page here on Thursday. Not bad for a kid from the country. Now’s I gots’ the ear of the local bugle, it’s off to the races. With a somewhat amicable mustering with this writer and the “Big Kahuna” for the City, a one on one, mano a mano, we discussed and presented with the twain of us keeping our cards so close it was hard to see them at times. The outcome like a visit to Pleasantville. Me just getting more people obviously in the know a’sos when the defecations engages the rotary oscillator, there will be nobody in de Nile. Him just doing his due diligence for the face he keeps for staffers.
Your form, my designation, you provide the copy. Not understood on the third floor; I lower myself a level and ask at the Big Guy’s office, and they provide under understood understated protest. The slaught continues as the pestering purveyors of petulance purport to do less with more. Quoted questioned in the news indicate a complaint of a type, yet citations don’t back this up? Is this disjuncture the last leaf in the Iliad? Time will tell.
My grinds and groans enter the stream destined for the heap. Will our melons from last year meet the thong of the Coffee Garden? “on top and thong-style bottoms. What's the problem? We like our coffee this hot.” Don’t we all. So why all the Hull’abaloo. Oh sorry I couldn’t resist. The nomenclatic reference. Some like it black, some like it white, some like it sweeter than others, some like it skinny, some like it with a little cream. So they scantily supply coffee this way. Why is the prudence of some poking at the pleasure of others?
They wish they had me. Let that nectar slide Raoul, don’t disturb my cuppa’.
Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side.
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