The incapable chasing the inedible

[smokingboot]

Strange dreams: bought a plot of land for 20 pence, somewhere called Rosemary Wood or Rosemary Tree... Never got to see it cos that bastard cat of mine, Ralik, woke me up for his breakfast. Dreamt of being with a witch trying to rescue some kind of huge rare snake from being eaten in a very fancy restaurant. Found larders full of them all writhing around, but none were the right snake. Once I realised we could do magic, I wanted us to hugely enlarge a mango and hide in its core, thus getting into the kitchen and proximity of poor monster in need of help. Afterwards I conceded that disguising ourselves as waitresses would be better.

I don't feel very well this morning.

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Stir-freud snake

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Thank you my dear, I'll see that hug and raise you one *hugs back*

As for that poor snake, has it occurred to you that in light of my earlier posts, any visit to said restaurant could result in you gobbling down massive chunks of my libido?