I held in my hands a stick, with which I knocked nuts from a tree. I then picked up my nuts and placed them into a burlap sack that dangled from the lowest branch of the tree. As I worked, I composed a song describing my work, with lyrics capable of bearing two meanings - one literal, the other rather ribald.
Posted by FLOG at October 12, 2006 3:30 PM | TrackBackBeware of old and stinky walnuts which were in great abundance when I was still living on 30th.
Posted by: Kenny at October 13, 2006 8:20 AMOld and stinky walnuts? Perish the thought. Walnuts, like any nuts, are to be treasured in youth and fecundity, and tossed aside like so much unwanted flesh when age and shrivelation take their cut.
Shrivelation: it will happen to you.
Posted by: FLOG at October 26, 2006 12:44 AM