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One night, screams and splashes came from the lake that should've been frozen. At the old dock I only saw red snow and ice.

The water rushes over me pressing me into the nets. My lungs burn, yearning for air. I knew that cow was trouble when she came into my office. I puff out my blowhole but still no air. “Mr. Bottle!” It’s Timmy, the orphan crab who follows me around. For the first time I’m elated to see him. He clips ...

She's alive but they'd dress me up too; and then tea parties and doilies 'til we die. But I want her. I need her. She's mine.

Algernon Sydney is Dead wrote:Welcome aboard, Beachbum21k!

Thanks!

The ground shook when it landed;
a great beast with scales black.
A loud roar when it saw me.
Then it crushed the bike rack.

I've become pretty hooked on slowly drinking straight whisky. Now, when I drink beer I always feel a little bloated after more than one.

I prefer low sugar beers like Guinness and some pale ales.