tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736414.post116956516964046167..comments2024-02-20T17:22:43.089-06:00Comments on The Literary Assassin: chicken & sausage soupHollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17764623327385255044noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736414.post-1169793634055947742007-01-26T00:40:00.000-06:002007-01-26T00:40:00.000-06:00"A few generous dashes of Frank's Red Hot-" Justin..."A few generous dashes of Frank's Red Hot-" Justin Wilson lives!!!<BR/><BR/>Your dream the other night takes first prize in the "plumb skeery" category. "There's no place like home." Forget the toads! Wear your silver slippers to bed.<BR/> SGAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736414.post-1169614712323883902007-01-23T22:58:00.000-06:002007-01-23T22:58:00.000-06:00This is much tastier than toads, be they alive or ...This is much tastier than toads, be they alive or be they dead. Fried frog legs taste like chicken, but where do you get them this time of year?<BR/>Nightmares, the kind you can't wake up from, they are the worst. A few nights ago, I lay asleep. In my revery, my attire may have been high fashion in some parts of New Guinea, but not so in the social milieu in which I found myself.<BR/>Shirt, Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com