That sounds like a cool sport… crickets… fighting to the death…
I picture it looking like this…
Well, not after it starts, of course. Then it’s just gruesome.
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Pouring My Art Out 
Now THAT’S Funny!
It is all supposed to be funny.
Once this happens we’re doomed as humans.
We were anyway
The one on the right reminds me of Lord Forehead…
Ha.
In the words of Yogi Berra, “include me out.”
Too late.
Drat!
Things move fast here.
Sorry… only telling the truth…
Truth? There is no truth. There is only perception. My interpretation of the event is the truth, as is yours. If there can be an absolute truth, that is the absolutely it. “Didn’t you notice a powerful and obnoxious odor of mendacity in this room?… There ain’t nothin’ more powerful than the odor of mendacity… You can smell it.”. I perceive you know me not, my Lady, nor this Lord with whom you hold court. I am a black knight with a heart of black onyx. Beware. All is illusion.
You’re a cricket in disguise. I see right through your masquerade. It’s okay little fellow. I won’t step on you. (Not on purpose anyway)…
Oh, this could get ugly… don’t bend that machine gun… I want it back.
Stepped on…? ummm For a fleeting moment dreams of patent peep toe stilettos bearing down on…but then hastily jerked away. Spurned and left with unrequited desire yet again.
Sorry little chirpy friend…
That’s what they all say as they turn on their stilettoed heels and click-click=click away.,
Right after they say, “That’l be twenty bucks.”
The most expensive 2 minutes in sports.
Go for the win!
I’d love to stay and let you game me, Kat. I can see you are just getting warmed up, but I exist in another time zone and must place my forehead on a pillow. Perhaps on the morrow.
And he turns and walks away…
She had her chance. Time and tide wait for no (wo)man.
That is so Bogart.
Well, we’ll always have Paris.
Oh snap… I just mentioned Bogart… I am good.
So was he. And Lauren Bacall? Sigh
yeah sigh
He has a chirp on his shoulder
Now you opened Pandora’s box…
I was ready for a little sport. One I would guess that is about 5’3″, if that.
If… that…
Feisty though. What is it about those Canadian women. Always looking to mix it up and obsessed with winning.
Don’t generalize
I don’t know about generalizing. Privately speaking, I think there’s a colonel of major truth in there somewhere Captain Browne, sir.
Are you going to show me your Privates? Who is my favorite Civil War leader? Well General Lee speaking…
Is that onyx or Formica?
If there’s a J-roller and lots of F 140 fumes involved somehow, it could be Formica. Pink elephants on parade.
Wear a mask
Dipped in F 140.
no
I should have put hair on them.