I'm bushed, unlike the indefatigable wasps that keep clustering on the table leg near the deck chair where their hive was before I blasted it with the hose a couple of nights ago. Every evening, I wait until sunset, then wash them away again. They keep coming back. I have several posts aborning, but I must sleep.
Is wasp-washing like straining at gnats? Is this why I'm so exhausted?
Rhymin' Wreckers
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What if cakes were the last lines in really bad poems?
Come, my friends. LET US DREAM TOGETHER.
*Work anniversaryHead of the classA lousy coffee cup...
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