Wiener and I were strolling along the berm of a nearby roadway when lo! what should I espy in the grass but a roll of twine.
Footnote from Bob: Though vanilla may close up shop, Bob Warr and Picket Fences will still be open for expression of occasional and random notions. Come on over and join me.
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Oh foof and poo! This is like getting coal in one's Christmas stocking!
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