Feudal/Futile/Fruital
You have a beef with me.
You plant a fence of apple trees
down the side of the lawn!
Fruit falls.
!@%%!#$!
Who taught you how to talk to a woman who turns her summer deck into an open invitation to neighborhood hairies for cling-clang potluck jamboree?
!@%%!#$!
Fruit falls.
You have an opportunity
to bob for expletives
in your swimmin’ pool!
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“when life hands you apples… make… cobbler?”
– me, i just made that up.
That’s the spirit! Ha!
this is expletive good
Fun.