#2 *happy sigh* |
Posted by: trailing wife 2025-01-16 20:08 |
#1 A Tale 9f a Hail "Ahoy, there, in full press of sail Or wearing bare poles for a gale, Are ye bound for the beach Or some peaceable reach Or--" She breaches. He screeches. She summons the leeches... "To Bedlam!" A tumbril, a wail. |
Posted by: Pancho Poodle8452 2025-01-16 18:36 |