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BCOF: Happy 1000 BCOF. I guess 1000 is a pretty big number. I guess I've never celebrated a 1000th anniversary before. Hmmmm - I guess I don't have much of an idea how one would go about doing that. I'll start studying up on that and get back to you. I really should know too. My 1000th birthday is coming up soon. Blog City: What would a She Shed or a Man Cave be like? If it was mine? What would we keep in there? Today's prompt is rife with opportunities for euphemistic pun and metaphor. The snickerly to the sublime. Ripe with amalgamating analogousness. Pommely ripening like the apple of my eye. A crabby hard red apple, stored in the caves of man. I'll wait a bit. Let my mind ripen into a fat fruit, bursting with juice. Wait until the furry peaches of womanhood are ready to be peeled, to shed their furry skins. She said she would shed while selling sea shells by the sea shore. Keep the sand and the pearls out of my fruit. He said, Come into my manly cave with me, (club in hand). She said, Why sir, what do you have in mind?, (eyes all aflutter). She shyly shed her clothing and donned her veil of sand.............. |