December 2014, Three Word Story

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Deck the halls with sprigs of rosemary that my true love gave to CC (CapeCoddess) for rubbing on her cat's furry legs. Her poor cat walked through the composted seaweed pile, and smelt like the bottom of the bay, but with overtones of ocean breezes and

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guano. Apparently, the seagulls were trying to poke the super, smelliest durians. These are very difficult to enjoy standing waist deep in pickled herring, unless of course...you have some way of getting the lifeguard's rescue squad out of doughnut inflated fast, which is difficult. as freezing temps....

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hovered in the mid-20's with sleet. Unfortunately my garden gnome, fishing with string & safety-pin, couldn't catch the fisher cat, that had been sneaking grabbed my parrot's favorite toy that was twizzling beneath the fisher's nose and making him darned testy. So, better watch out, baby reindeer's die

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from drinking Plantoids. They get stuffed with fat little rosemary twig wreaths and smell up the greenhouse with stinky reindeer farts. One December, Santa was playing poker and drinking beer with Rooster who was grumpy because he thought he had three Aces and two Kings. He had to