ink squeeze
Will, what’s a guy to do? I guess if we want fresh ink we ought to squeeze a squid.
The Puffin made me do it! the Puffin–and many of you, thank you!–made me open boxes to look for my ink.
I have moved. But, where to put the stuff? You don’t own things, I’ve learned; possessions possess YOU.
George Carlin’s got the lowdown on stuff.
Thank you for your patience while we continue to work to bring back our regularly scheduled program…
coming up next: shipspotting with Tugster! stay tuned!
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LOL! Love me some fresh ink!
I hope you get settled in your new sea shell soon.
Welcome back! We missed you.
Good to see you back! looking forward to more.
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Need ink?
Do you suppose I’d squeeze the squid ? Muscle the mussels? Clamp the clams Kick the quahogs?
Jiggle the jellies? Oil the oysters? Nah . . I’d pluck the alugbati or whack some walnuts? seriously . . . i love the dwgs and the renewed life on your blog.
I love that you live in a Royal Murex!
Well, thanks for this lesson in priorities.
I guess in life you can have ink or calamari, but not both.
And, you gotta eat.