Pat Hatt's Blog, page 215
December 7, 2013
Back Comes The Stuff That Isn't All Fluff!
It is the time of year with the stupid cold is near, but that is fine by the feline. I can just curl up in a warm spot at my sea and all is fine for me. But then comes that stuff that makes things rough. Stupid, nasty snow. It is more than just a fluffy show.
It's a fine day,
Here at your bay.
Just a little cold.
Hey, maybe things are more bold?
Or then again maybe not.
May or may not be hot to trot.
You go to sleep,
And as the morning starts to creep,
You awake to white crap.
It is spread all across the map.
Isn't it such a sight?
The clouds shattered over night.
They poofed down on you.
Boy, you haven't got a clue.
But naive is okay.
You'll learn throughout the day.
First you have to shovel the driveway.
A few curse words you may say.
Then you have to heat your back.
Feels like it took a big whack.
Then you have to clean the car.
At least it is easier than tar.
Yippeee, you're done, time to go.
Oops, the snowplough made the snow grow.
Now you have to shovel once more,
There at your shore.
Have to walk ever so slow,
Could fall on your ass you know.
Then you finally get out.
You began to shout.
Then idiots are flying by,
Just asking to die.
There they go in the ditch,
Screaming at a high pitch.
When they are dumb,
Let them talk out their bum.
Then you finally get to work.
Work is actually a perk.
But all you want to do is nap,
As more snow fills the map.
That white stuff is a load that needs to go into extinct mode. Or maybe Pat just needs to move us some place warm and avoid each snow storm. Either way, snow does not make for a fun day. Unless you have nowhere to go then wait for it to melt at your show. Much rather mow the grass with my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
It's a fine day,
Here at your bay.
Just a little cold.
Hey, maybe things are more bold?
Or then again maybe not.
May or may not be hot to trot.
You go to sleep,
And as the morning starts to creep,
You awake to white crap.
It is spread all across the map.
Isn't it such a sight?
The clouds shattered over night.
They poofed down on you.
Boy, you haven't got a clue.
But naive is okay.
You'll learn throughout the day.
First you have to shovel the driveway.
A few curse words you may say.
Then you have to heat your back.
Feels like it took a big whack.
Then you have to clean the car.
At least it is easier than tar.
Yippeee, you're done, time to go.
Oops, the snowplough made the snow grow.
Now you have to shovel once more,
There at your shore.
Have to walk ever so slow,
Could fall on your ass you know.
Then you finally get out.
You began to shout.
Then idiots are flying by,
Just asking to die.
There they go in the ditch,
Screaming at a high pitch.
When they are dumb,
Let them talk out their bum.
Then you finally get to work.
Work is actually a perk.
But all you want to do is nap,
As more snow fills the map.
That white stuff is a load that needs to go into extinct mode. Or maybe Pat just needs to move us some place warm and avoid each snow storm. Either way, snow does not make for a fun day. Unless you have nowhere to go then wait for it to melt at your show. Much rather mow the grass with my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
December 6, 2013
Two Light Hearted Fools Take On One Who Drools!
They are back and once more they are under attack. Someone really has it in for these two nuts. This one even references mutts. Or at least a mutt that old one eye knows about at her hut. Had to use that once more as the two light hearted fools explore.
Staring at the moon,
As it plays its tune.
One a loon,
The other needs a spoon.
When along comes a sound,
That isn't profound.
It is rather eerie,
And they are no longer cheery.
Old one eye is in view.
She is ugggggllyyy, between me and you.
And oh so cliche,
With the things she does say.
It is no wonder she hides away,
There at her stepping bay.
If a cyclops scares you,
Better avoid this view.
She even kills the poor cat,
It is fake though as it goes splat.
So here we are once more,
As the two nuts explore.
For at ugly, boney old hag she had a nice rack. That must be hard on her ancient back. Maybe the cat can find another dog to bring her back. I suspect to get some flack. But it had to come to pass. Old one eye is such an easy mark for my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Staring at the moon,
As it plays its tune.
One a loon,
The other needs a spoon.
When along comes a sound,
That isn't profound.
It is rather eerie,
And they are no longer cheery.
Old one eye is in view.
She is ugggggllyyy, between me and you.
And oh so cliche,
With the things she does say.
It is no wonder she hides away,
There at her stepping bay.
If a cyclops scares you,
Better avoid this view.
She even kills the poor cat,
It is fake though as it goes splat.
So here we are once more,
As the two nuts explore.
For at ugly, boney old hag she had a nice rack. That must be hard on her ancient back. Maybe the cat can find another dog to bring her back. I suspect to get some flack. But it had to come to pass. Old one eye is such an easy mark for my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
December 5, 2013
Today At My Zoo 1000 Has Come Due!!!!!!!!!
So it has been 1000 posts at my sea. They have sure flown by with each rhyming spree. Much has occurred since the beginning but the rhymes keep spinning. Many come and many go. This you can see below. The cat stole borrowed pics from around. Although for some there was not much to be found.
And for those with no video playability at their sea, just for thee:
1000 todayHere at my bayShowing much has come to passFrom my little rhyming ass.
So just sit back and stare,I'll make you aware.Of more than the gas,That has come to pass.
There's been light hearted fools,One who drools.Some Halloween nuts,The cat haven hut.
An eyeballing gawker,A wannabe stalker.A rather flat cat.A redneck dingbat.
A grammer nazi,A ninja wannabe,Some rockin old birds,One with few words.
A remembering grace,Two with a beer face.A pokey rock thing,Some toilet king.
A scary duck bill,A waffle to grill.A one eyed stair climber,Many an old timer.
A lazy game addict.A thinkingcap in conflict.A new yorker or two,A snow catching cuckoo.
A weaver and a hole,A cuban out for a stroll.A spitting royal kitty.One who compares a ditty.
A flea ridden star.Worm fighters from afar,One stuck in heaven,The long lost seven.
One buried in the sand,One from fact land.A rosey giveaway nut,One in a number one rut.
An angry lurking gamer,One who's no tamer.Some big long name,One with blue fame.
One who speaks french,Another on a bench.One who's diverse.Tabbies with a bird curse.
Many a writer,One who pulls an all nighter.And tons more amass,Who come for a random pass.
You just never know,Who or what will show,When out drops a mass,From my little rhyming ass.
And now to mark this day we are giving a $100 Amazon.com Gift Card away! Only way to enter is to leave a comment below. And there is a but you know. BUT to have a winner before tomorrows post runs at the usual time 500 comments below have to chime! Pat's retorts count to but he can't win at our zoo. Each comment will count as an entry as well, so feel free to blabber like hell!
(Comments also must make sense and only allowed two back to back. I know rules right? That is new for my shack.)
Can 500 Comments Be Done Before Tomorrow's Rising Sun?
Must have the ability to use amazon.com gift cards at your show. Other than that let it flow!
And what the hell another giveaway is just as swell!
a Rafflecopter giveaway
So there we are, 1000 posts at my sand bar. Less than three years to take place. I guess the rhyme I just embrace. Here's to 1000 more and thanks for always visiting the cat's shore. Now there is something else I need to pass out my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
And for those with no video playability at their sea, just for thee:
1000 todayHere at my bayShowing much has come to passFrom my little rhyming ass.
So just sit back and stare,I'll make you aware.Of more than the gas,That has come to pass.
There's been light hearted fools,One who drools.Some Halloween nuts,The cat haven hut.
An eyeballing gawker,A wannabe stalker.A rather flat cat.A redneck dingbat.
A grammer nazi,A ninja wannabe,Some rockin old birds,One with few words.
A remembering grace,Two with a beer face.A pokey rock thing,Some toilet king.
A scary duck bill,A waffle to grill.A one eyed stair climber,Many an old timer.
A lazy game addict.A thinkingcap in conflict.A new yorker or two,A snow catching cuckoo.
A weaver and a hole,A cuban out for a stroll.A spitting royal kitty.One who compares a ditty.
A flea ridden star.Worm fighters from afar,One stuck in heaven,The long lost seven.
One buried in the sand,One from fact land.A rosey giveaway nut,One in a number one rut.
An angry lurking gamer,One who's no tamer.Some big long name,One with blue fame.
One who speaks french,Another on a bench.One who's diverse.Tabbies with a bird curse.
Many a writer,One who pulls an all nighter.And tons more amass,Who come for a random pass.
You just never know,Who or what will show,When out drops a mass,From my little rhyming ass.
And now to mark this day we are giving a $100 Amazon.com Gift Card away! Only way to enter is to leave a comment below. And there is a but you know. BUT to have a winner before tomorrows post runs at the usual time 500 comments below have to chime! Pat's retorts count to but he can't win at our zoo. Each comment will count as an entry as well, so feel free to blabber like hell!
(Comments also must make sense and only allowed two back to back. I know rules right? That is new for my shack.)
Can 500 Comments Be Done Before Tomorrow's Rising Sun?
Must have the ability to use amazon.com gift cards at your show. Other than that let it flow!
And what the hell another giveaway is just as swell!
a Rafflecopter giveaway
So there we are, 1000 posts at my sand bar. Less than three years to take place. I guess the rhyme I just embrace. Here's to 1000 more and thanks for always visiting the cat's shore. Now there is something else I need to pass out my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
December 4, 2013
Don't Touch Me Or I'll Give You A Flea!
No way hosa!Not today.Get away.You will pay.
Suck a lime.Be a mime.Such a crime.Keep your chime.
Don't touch me.In a tree,With a bee.Don't touch me.
Go south.Close your mouth.Forget the oath,Cause growth.
Listen deary,Forget your theory.It is eerie.Being so cheery.
Don't touch me.With a knee,Or a flea.Don't touch me.
Don't buckle.Or chuckle.As you suckle,On a knuckle.
Are you ill?At the landfill?After a bill?Sorry, no till. Don't touch me.Don't agree. Keep your pea.Don't touch me.
No need.At my feed.So feel free,And don't touch me.
It seems everyone has to pat each other on the back, even when things are meh at ones shack. Why do that? I mean don't be some mean ass alley cat. But constructive criticism is better any day than "oh yeah, great" is all one can say. What would you rather do? Think all is grand until you are ready to show it seriously and then find out it is poo, or find out right away? Then make it better at your bay. So don't pat Pat or the cat on the back. Your germs would bother our OCD anyway at our shack. Now I will go relieve gas and feel free to say I'm a stinky little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
December 3, 2013
A dVerse Theory That Is Rather Eerie!
Today for dVerse we will converse in the conspiracy theory talk. Come now, don't balk. It is not about aliens and such. Those you have heard too much. This is one you do not know that I have uncovered at my show.
It's the conspiracy of the clock,
With its annoying tick tock.
The thing is there,
That you are aware.
But why you ask?
To keep you on task?
That is smoke and a mirror.
Things need to be clearer.
It was invented by a fool,
That thought it was cool,
To make you sit and watch,
Until you could throw back the scotch.
Meaning when work was through.
But much more came due.
Something unexpected,
That has been neglected.
I bet you are thinking now.
This will really wow.
It is quite the embrace,
Right in front of your face.
Lost in thought,
About my plot?
Fingers and toes,
Ready to come to blows?
See, they've got to you,
With the clock in view.
Before it would just pop in.
No longer at your bin.
Now instead,
You scratch your head,
Trying to figure it out.
Come now, don't pout.
I will soon reveal all,
About the clock on the wall.
To enlighten you,
At your zoo.
It lowers your IQ,
Each clock at your zoo.
You can't count past twelve.
Now this conspiracy I shelve.
See, how they have gotten to thee? You are stuck from one to twelve each day. Unless in the military, then go away. You get double that, counting to twenty four makes you really smart at your mat. So bury the clocks in the grass so your brain can grow in mass and not be filled with gas, like what comes out my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
It's the conspiracy of the clock,
With its annoying tick tock.
The thing is there,
That you are aware.
But why you ask?
To keep you on task?
That is smoke and a mirror.
Things need to be clearer.
It was invented by a fool,
That thought it was cool,
To make you sit and watch,
Until you could throw back the scotch.
Meaning when work was through.
But much more came due.
Something unexpected,
That has been neglected.
I bet you are thinking now.
This will really wow.
It is quite the embrace,
Right in front of your face.
Lost in thought,
About my plot?
Fingers and toes,
Ready to come to blows?
See, they've got to you,
With the clock in view.
Before it would just pop in.
No longer at your bin.
Now instead,
You scratch your head,
Trying to figure it out.
Come now, don't pout.
I will soon reveal all,
About the clock on the wall.
To enlighten you,
At your zoo.
It lowers your IQ,
Each clock at your zoo.
You can't count past twelve.
Now this conspiracy I shelve.
See, how they have gotten to thee? You are stuck from one to twelve each day. Unless in the military, then go away. You get double that, counting to twenty four makes you really smart at your mat. So bury the clocks in the grass so your brain can grow in mass and not be filled with gas, like what comes out my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
December 2, 2013
TRANSLATE Your Book At Your Nook!
Videos, songs, mini me, books, being 100 posts ahead and whatever else that the cat does when he gets out of bed, just was not enough. So it is time to announce another venture to add to the list of stuff.
TRANSLATE YOUR BOOK
What is the point,There at your joint,Of having books,At Amazon nooks,
When in the available place,For many, English they do not embrace?Yeah, your cover may be great, But snubbed is still your fate,
If they can't understand a lick,When they go click.
What? You did not know,
That more than one language can show?
That is no surprise,
Even some who speak English sound umm unwise.
But never mind that,
For here is a new venture from the cat.
Pat and HGW too.
But I am the mastermind at my zoo.
Now you can expand,
When your books are available in a far off land.
Amazon posts them everywhere,
So time to Translate at your lair.
The Germans and the French,
Won't beat you with a wrench.
Now they can read your book too.
And whatever other language you want to come due,
Is there to make all aware.
Just go give it a glare.
And if you can speak,
Another language at your creek,
Sign on up to do so.
You could make some serious dough.
So spread it far and wide.
Change the English only tide.
Translate Your Book,
At the cat's new internet nook!
There you go. The cat never stops at his show. Another thing we have done, could be tons of fun. So get your books many more looks. Up your reader count by a substantial amount. Or make some dough by translating at your show. Breaking language barriers for the world wide mass. Never fear, you'll still never understand my little rhyming ass!
Later all, have a nice fall.
December 1, 2013
Don't Shoo From My Zoo!
Don't shoo,
From my zoo.
I need a treat.
Some tasty feet.
Grab a toe,
Away I go.
A little chew,
On one or two.
Big or little,
New or brittle,
Away I chew,
So don't shoo.
Jam or green,
As in not clean,
I don't like,
So take a hike.
Up a hill,To a landfill.Pop a pill,Your feet look ill.
Zombie toes,Bring big woes.Suck on that?Rather chew fat.
But a clean toe,That's all aglow,I will chew,So don't shoo.
Bring it near.Come on, dear.They look nice.Just need a slice.
Away I'll run.It's such fun.Share, won't you?I love to chew.
Give me a toe,Five in a row,Come, don't shoo.I want to chew.
What? Shoos were asked for at the dVerse hut. I gave shoos in a way, not shooing all from my bay. There is even a tasty shoe up there in view. Can you tell the cat likes to chew a human toe? Better watch it at my show. The cat will bite lad or lass, as long as not nasty, they are alright by my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
November 30, 2013
Take Note And Prepare To Quote!
Quotes are here, quotes are there. They are every friggin where. All one has to do to get quoted throughout the ages is to write something either confusing or obvious on some pages. The cat can do it to. Let me prove it to you.
Cement when hardened is hard to change.
Doesn't that one have range?
Damn, I am good.
Put that on bumper stickers I should.
A flashing light means you better beware.
I'm on a tear.
Gears may shift but need to be greased.
Don't you feel like you just got fleeced?
Currents always go back out.
See no need to pout.
The window is only as clear as you make it.
So shine and spit.
Think on it and you'll never get off it.
That one is sure to be a hit.
The hallway is narrow until you find the door.
See, just go out and explore.
The blind sleep in their own bed.
Damn, sucks to be a fluoride head.
Originality is a poor man's excuse.
Kiss my rhyming caboose.
Oops, I talked to myself there.
I bet you weren't aware.
Talking to yourself leads to a conversation worth hearing.
See, now you are all cheering.
Garbage is a word the lazy uses for of little use.
Let all that garbage hang loose.
The temperature of the room can be swayed by the heart.
Gag worthy, I'll go pass a fart.
If the deck you're dealt is rigged, play with a new deck.
You just have to open them up to check.
A spinning ball has no beginning or end.
My, cryptic with this one I send.
A movie star is nothing more than plastic held up be diapers.
That outta get to those pipping pipers.
Although that was a statement I think.
Still in your head it can sink.
A cushion is only as good as the ass that rides it.
Was that dirty a little bit?
Fan the flames and the scars will show.
Maybe even down below.
There we go that cat has given quotes a go. Now when your great great grand kids repeat the cat you can say you heard them here first at my mat. That is if you can talk when dead. Otherwise forget what I said. Now my quotes have come to pass with my ever so quotable little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Cement when hardened is hard to change.
Doesn't that one have range?
Damn, I am good.
Put that on bumper stickers I should.
A flashing light means you better beware.
I'm on a tear.
Gears may shift but need to be greased.
Don't you feel like you just got fleeced?
Currents always go back out.
See no need to pout.
The window is only as clear as you make it.
So shine and spit.
Think on it and you'll never get off it.
That one is sure to be a hit.
The hallway is narrow until you find the door.
See, just go out and explore.
The blind sleep in their own bed.
Damn, sucks to be a fluoride head.
Originality is a poor man's excuse.
Kiss my rhyming caboose.
Oops, I talked to myself there.
I bet you weren't aware.
Talking to yourself leads to a conversation worth hearing.
See, now you are all cheering.
Garbage is a word the lazy uses for of little use.
Let all that garbage hang loose.
The temperature of the room can be swayed by the heart.
Gag worthy, I'll go pass a fart.
If the deck you're dealt is rigged, play with a new deck.
You just have to open them up to check.
A spinning ball has no beginning or end.
My, cryptic with this one I send.
A movie star is nothing more than plastic held up be diapers.
That outta get to those pipping pipers.
Although that was a statement I think.
Still in your head it can sink.
A cushion is only as good as the ass that rides it.
Was that dirty a little bit?
Fan the flames and the scars will show.
Maybe even down below.
There we go that cat has given quotes a go. Now when your great great grand kids repeat the cat you can say you heard them here first at my mat. That is if you can talk when dead. Otherwise forget what I said. Now my quotes have come to pass with my ever so quotable little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
November 29, 2013
It's In The Can, Man!
Ever hear the saying above? Seems that and much like it get some love. But you know most times it seems those who say such things are just trying to fleece you out of your stuff in your wings.
So it really is in the can, man.
Go out and get a tan.
Just leave me in control.
I promise not to be a mole.
The cats in the bag.
There will be no lag.
Trust in me.
But this advice isn't free.
It's a done deal.
This is for real.
So what if he didn't sign on the dotted line.
Give it another day and all will be divine.
Done and dusted.
In me you trusted.
I even cleaned it for you.
You can trust me, its true.
It is done like dinner.
That makes you a winner.
So don't be a sinner.
Take your chicken dinner.
It was over before it began.
Didn't even need another kick at the can.
This deal is so great.
It'll fill your plate.
Done up like a dog's dinner.
That could be a head spinner.
But don't listen to the words.
Instead listen to the singing birds.
You'll be laughing all the way to the bank.
The dough will go clickity clank.
You'll be as rich as a banker.
So trust me, you wanker.
The deal is cooking now.
It is going to really wow.
Just give me another day.
I will get you your pay.
It's a home run.
Ground rule doubles are no fun.
Instead you hit it over the wall.
Trust me and have a ball.
I guess the moral of the story is even with all this great idiom biz, don't count your chickens before they hatch. You may end up with a rotten batch. Now I will go pass some gas, which is more fruitful from my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have nice fall.
So it really is in the can, man.
Go out and get a tan.
Just leave me in control.
I promise not to be a mole.
The cats in the bag.
There will be no lag.
Trust in me.
But this advice isn't free.
It's a done deal.
This is for real.
So what if he didn't sign on the dotted line.
Give it another day and all will be divine.
Done and dusted.
In me you trusted.
I even cleaned it for you.
You can trust me, its true.
It is done like dinner.
That makes you a winner.
So don't be a sinner.
Take your chicken dinner.
It was over before it began.
Didn't even need another kick at the can.
This deal is so great.
It'll fill your plate.
Done up like a dog's dinner.
That could be a head spinner.
But don't listen to the words.
Instead listen to the singing birds.
You'll be laughing all the way to the bank.
The dough will go clickity clank.
You'll be as rich as a banker.
So trust me, you wanker.
The deal is cooking now.
It is going to really wow.
Just give me another day.
I will get you your pay.
It's a home run.
Ground rule doubles are no fun.
Instead you hit it over the wall.
Trust me and have a ball.
I guess the moral of the story is even with all this great idiom biz, don't count your chickens before they hatch. You may end up with a rotten batch. Now I will go pass some gas, which is more fruitful from my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have nice fall.
November 28, 2013
Most Important Dates For You Here At My Zoo!
There are so many important dates out there that the cat has to just shout them out at my lair. With Christmas coming up and all. They need their date also shown on my wall.
First get your inner pervert ready,
Then some may drool steady.
January 8th is Male Watcher's Day.
Gawk at males on display.
January 23rd comes too soon.
It brings Measure Your Feet Day to each loon.
On February 7 be neighborly at your sea.
It's Wave All Your Fingers At Your Neighbor Day with glee.
February 9th can kiss my rear.
No Toothache Day is allowed to come near.
March 3rd though is grand.
If Pets Had Thumbs Day across the land.
March 8th I can do.
Bring on Be Nasty Day at my zoo.
But March 20th can stay far away from my rear.
Extraterrestrial Abductions Day gets no cheer.
April 2nd is Children's Book Day.
That sure works for my bay.
April 4th could also be fun,
When Walk Around Things Day is spun.
April 28th is kinda dumb though.
Kiss Your Mate Day at you show.
One whole day a year?
Is your mate a deer?
May 16th will get some love indeed,
As Love a Tree Day takes seed.
Hopefully it will factor into April 23rd's Lucky Penny Day,
And I won't see a bare ass humping a tree on display.
June 13th's Blame Someone Else Day will be great,
You can blame all for your fate.
Also first Friday the 13th of 2014.
Just an fyi from my scene.
July 14th will get, literally, a rise.
National Nude Day comes without a disguise.
July 31st you might not want to know.
It's Mutt's Day as they butt sniff to and fro.
August 27th they got lazy.
Just Because Day is kinda hazy.
And September 16th is the most thrilling of all.
Celebrate Collect Rocks Day and have a ball.
Those are just some of the many days awaiting you. Christmas just does not measure up now with them in view. Right? Can I get a might? Nope? I guess those days will just have to cope. No one will celebrate them in mass. Sorry E.T. you are not getting near my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
First get your inner pervert ready,
Then some may drool steady.
January 8th is Male Watcher's Day.
Gawk at males on display.
January 23rd comes too soon.
It brings Measure Your Feet Day to each loon.
On February 7 be neighborly at your sea.
It's Wave All Your Fingers At Your Neighbor Day with glee.
February 9th can kiss my rear.
No Toothache Day is allowed to come near.
March 3rd though is grand.
If Pets Had Thumbs Day across the land.
March 8th I can do.
Bring on Be Nasty Day at my zoo.
But March 20th can stay far away from my rear.
Extraterrestrial Abductions Day gets no cheer.
April 2nd is Children's Book Day.
That sure works for my bay.
April 4th could also be fun,
When Walk Around Things Day is spun.
April 28th is kinda dumb though.
Kiss Your Mate Day at you show.
One whole day a year?
Is your mate a deer?
May 16th will get some love indeed,
As Love a Tree Day takes seed.
Hopefully it will factor into April 23rd's Lucky Penny Day,
And I won't see a bare ass humping a tree on display.
June 13th's Blame Someone Else Day will be great,
You can blame all for your fate.
Also first Friday the 13th of 2014.
Just an fyi from my scene.
July 14th will get, literally, a rise.
National Nude Day comes without a disguise.
July 31st you might not want to know.
It's Mutt's Day as they butt sniff to and fro.
August 27th they got lazy.
Just Because Day is kinda hazy.
And September 16th is the most thrilling of all.
Celebrate Collect Rocks Day and have a ball.
Those are just some of the many days awaiting you. Christmas just does not measure up now with them in view. Right? Can I get a might? Nope? I guess those days will just have to cope. No one will celebrate them in mass. Sorry E.T. you are not getting near my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
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