While I do like to buy local, the selection in Quartzsite is limited, so I went to Blythe. I got everything on my list except beer. In lieu thereof, I chose a Kung Fu Girl (2019, the best!) riesling.
Unfamiliar with the Blythe environs, I pulled a blindfold from my BDSM collection, brought up the Garmin map and threw darts. We came up the west side of the Big Maria Mountains Wilderness. Splendid!
There're what appear to be volcanic "bombs" lying about. I'm not sure what was happening between these two, but it looked traumatic.
I needed some exercise so took advantage of the opportunity. This time I pocketed my nitro, and, of course, didn't need it.
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One of my uncles passed away with the nitro in his hand, rather than in his mouth. Perhaps keep one, like a Soviet poison pill, attached to a molar. It would probably work more quickly inserted in one's posterior but as they say "that would be awkward." Boofing.
ReplyDeleteSophie my cat (deceased), a mergers & acquisitions specialist, particularly enjoyed hostile take-overs, evidenced in the final moments of closing when her tail would quiver.
DeleteAppreciative, Double El and I developed a gesture (see video at bottom of blogpost) to signal -- similar to the warning in chess when the queen is at risk -- that the accompanying statement/word/look is meant to be provocative.
I had to look up Boofing. I imagine you, perhaps in that anticipatory crouch Sophie would assume, tail quivering.