Trapped Like Rats...
...well rats with a $15,000 stocked wine cellar. Another severe tropical storm is battering us and no one can leave the Palace, but some of us must make a break for it. The 7th isn't here to carry me above their broad, masculine shoulders so, I've taken off my expensive afternoon reception gown and am down to my corset and bloomers. An adventurous group of young males have offered to try to get me out. (Maybe it's the fetching figure in the corset.)
Anyway the water is rising again (remember it has no where to go after about 5 inches an hour) and we have tied together five inflatable dolls in an effort to get to Twist, which is about three inches more above sea level that we are. God Bless Us.
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O_O
You have a $15,000 wine cellar?
Did...did you use any of it?
Would...would you share?
>_>
m.autin! Any more wine and we wouldn't have been able to figure out how to tie the five inflatable dolls togeter. We wuld have had to ride each one, alone on it's back. (Hmmmmmm....maybe a judgement of error WAS made there.)
m.autin! Any more wine and we wouldn't have been able to figure out how to tie the five inflatable dolls togeter. We wuld have had to ride each one, alone on it's back. (Hmmmmmm....maybe a judgement of error WAS made there.)
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