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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Yes!​ ​ ​ Yes!​ ​ ​ October!​ ​ ​ October!​ ​ ​ Finally​ ​ here!​ ​ Banish​ ​ that​ ​ ​ smelly​ ​ 'ol
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ summer! Lovely cool​ ​ crisp air and toasty​ ​ wood fires! Tally​ ​ ho! Charge boldly
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ forward​ into​ Winter,​ and...​ and...​ ummm...​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Oh good Gawd,​ ​ I'm enthusiastic about​ ​ *October?*​ ​ What have​ ​ I​ ​ been
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ smoking?​ ​ And​ ​ how​ ​ much​ ​ do I​ ​ got​ ​ left. Oh but​ ​ wait: On the​ ​ radio,​ ​ heard
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ that​ ​ song​ ​ Jai-Ho​ ​ from​ ​ Slumdog​ ​ Millionaire.​ ​ I've​ ​ just got tally​ ​ ho​ ​ on​ ​ the
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ brain​ for​ a​ while.​ (Total​ five-minute​ earworm,​ gotta​ say).​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ No, for​ ​ the​ ​ FAWD tis​ ​ a dicey ​ season, as the Sun​ ​ sinks slowly ​ into​ ​ it's
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ underpants​ ​ and​ ​ my​ ​ 1​ ​ Kw​ ​ bank​ ​ of​ ​ solar​ ​ ​ panels​ ​ is​ ​ starved​ ​ of​ ​ photons,
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ yummy​ ​ yummy​ ​ photons.​ ​ Power​ ​ shortages​ ​ ahead.​ ​ For​ ​ some​ ​ reason​ ​ my
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ laptop​ ​ runs​ ​ on electrons. Ditto the FAWD. Tsk, wotta design​ ​ flaw. Next time
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ I​ buy​ German​ (*Nobody's*​ gonna​ know​ where​ that​ joke​ came​ from.​ :-​ )​ )​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Alternately, grab​ ​ my cats and amber​ ​ rods or​ ​ what-not, make​ ​ a​ ​ ton of
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ static electricity​ ​ (The​ ​ cats'll​ ​ purr at​ ​ the​ ​ attention.)​ ​ That'll​ ​ run​ ​ my​ ​ laptop,
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ no?.​ ​ Nooo it​ ​ wo-on't.​ ​ Think​ ​ I'll​ ​ do​ ​ better​ ​ with my​ ​ trusty​ ​ propane-fuelled
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ generator,​ ​ vroom vroom ka-putta ka-putta. Awful noisy​ ​ machine,​ ​ my​ ​ life. I
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ *hope*​ it's​ trusty.​ We'll​ know​ soon,​ foreclaws​ crossed.​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ And mirable​ ​ dictu, there's FAWD​ ​ news​ ​ to​ ​ dish on, plus mo' comments
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ re. October. A​ ​ few FAWD parts​ ​ have gotten a bit, well,​ ​ stale; a wee bit​ ​ out-
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ of-date. Not as​ ​ bad as​ ​ the two-month-old​ ​ cheddar​ ​ brick​ ​ in my​ ​ fridge, but
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Group​ ​ pages, Map pages, the​ ​ FAQ/Ruleset, need major reno​ ​ work. Where's
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ my​ skilsaw?​ (Nonono,​ not​ that​ kind​ of​ reno​ work,​ silly.​ :-​ )​ ).​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ So: The​ ​ Map​ ​ pages, a​ ​ useful idea​ ​ to help w.​ ​ navigation, by way​ ​ of a
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ swathe of​ ​ images​ ​ showing​ ​ info​ ​ about FAWD​ ​ list pages. Plus​ ​ links to​ ​ take
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ you wherever your furry​ ​ little​ ​ heart wants​ ​ to​ ​ go.​ ​ On the FAWD, BTW, not to
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Amsterdam and​ ​ those​ ​ pretty​ ​ fur-positive​ ​ tail-equipped​ ​ hookers,​ ​ but​ ​ I've
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ said​ too​ much.​ Anyway:​ The​ Map​ pages,​ worthy​ idea,​ so​ did​ 'em​ up,​ but...​ ​ ​ ​
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ When​ ​ the FAWD​ ​ DB changes​ ​ [enough], the​ ​ Map page​ ​ graphics​ ​ gotta
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ be​ ​ redone, since​ ​ they're made from​ ​ the FAWD DB. Duh. Morphing text​ ​ into
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ a .PNG is​ ​ a​ ​ non-trivial​ ​ hack, but no worries.​ ​ Graphics-finagling code's been
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ done by other​ ​ [smarter]​ ​ folks, it's​ ​ simple​ ​ to​ ​ crowbar that in, so now I look
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ smarter​ than​ I​ really​ is,​ so​ dere.​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Anyway mk. II. Looked at the Map​ ​ stuff​ ​ and​ ​ software,​ ​ then​ ​ said wait,
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ nuthin' tough here,​ ​ the regen code​ ​ works​ ​ spiffy.​ ​ Some images​ ​ may​ ​ need
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ retouch,​ but​ most,​ just​ plop​ onto​ FA​ and​ then​ it's​ the​ next​ dance​ please.​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ So did it, it took an​ ​ hour-ish, so​ ​ goodie: Now the​ ​ Map pages are up to
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ date. Is​ ​ there a practical​ ​ way to keep 'em so? Simple​ ​ spot 'o software could
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ assist,​ ​ to simply​ ​ report​ ​ on changes.​ ​ Then​ ​ it's just: End of month, run​ ​ the
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ check,​ then​ tweak​ what'er​ needs​ it.​ We​ make​ it​ look​ easy.​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ As​ ​ for October comments: I know this season,​ ​ my nemesis, aye,​ ​ know
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ it all​ ​ too​ ​ well. Winter's​ ​ gloomy darkness creeps​ ​ in​ ​ on soft​ ​ 'lil footpaws, as
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ the​ ​ seductive Cold murmurs, 'Oh dear, all that​ ​ wood​ ​ burned​ ​ in that​ ​ stove?
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ But *I*​ ​ can​ ​ take care​ ​ of​ ​ you.​ ​ My​ ​ friend​ ​ the Snow can​ ​ help​ ​ too;​ ​ hey,​ ​ a
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ threesome.​ Oooo​ yes,​ we​ can​ show​ you​ a​ *good*​ time.​ <Purrr!>.'​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ (Imagine with​ ​ me that​ ​ Cold is​ ​ a​ ​ blindingly irresistibly​ ​ sexy white deer
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ fur--deer​ ​ are​ ​ winter​ ​ critters--with​ ​ fangs,​ ​ while​ ​ Snow​ ​ is​ ​ a​ ​ cute-as-bejesus
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ fluffy-huggable​ ​ bunny​ ​ fur. Ditto sexy, with large, er,​ ​ snowbanks. And fangs.
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Might​ suck​ with​ pen​ or​ mouse,​ but​ I​ smoke​ at​ mental​ pictures.​ :-​ )​ )
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Mmmm no, sex that puts me frozen on the Coroner's slab falls into​ ​ the
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Not Gonna​ ​ Do It,​ ​ Wouldn't​ ​ Be​ ​ Prudent category​ ​ (Ave,​ ​ Bush​ ​ I).​ ​ And​ ​ in​ ​ a
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ mere para I create a sinister, potentially​ ​ lethal [and​ ​ furrily​ ​ erotic] metaphor
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ for​ the​ season?​ Yes.​ Whuffo,​ you​ ask?
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ I'm glad you asked, Bunky. Why,​ ​ the better to​ ​ nail​ ​ the point​ ​ that this
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ *can* be​ ​ a​ ​ bitchuva difficult, very​ ​ troublesome,​ ​ and nicht-fun season, that
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ may rise to potentially lethal for​ ​ some. Ie., the​ ​ some of us with​ ​ a​ ​ whack of
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ creative brain cells​ ​ under​ ​ our​ ​ ears​ ​ (How'd​ ​ they​ ​ get​ ​ in anyway?).​ ​ Also​ ​ for
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ some​ ​ of​ ​ the,​ ​ ah,​ ​ mundanes out there​ ​ with​ ​ functional​ ​ brain​ ​ cells of​ ​ their
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ own.​ I'll​ skip​ making​ a​ snide​ joke​ about​ politicians.​ :-​ )
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Tis a​ ​ season​ ​ when​ ​ yeah, it​ ​ is getting cold, and soon​ ​ in​ ​ Nov the fluffy
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ white​ ​ crap will arrive. With a​ ​ thud.​ ​ But worse,​ ​ the​ ​ days are getting shorter,
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ the​ ​ Sun​ ​ weaker​ ​ and​ ​ fading,​ ​ and​ ​ whether we're​ ​ all​ ​ gonna​ ​ die​ ​ this​ ​ time
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ becomes a subtle, silent question.​ ​ Mood dips​ ​ to black. Diet, sleep, attitude,
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ sex,​ ​ all disrupted​ ​ in​ ​ the face of lethargy.​ ​ And​ ​ typing creative words all but
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ takes​ a​ very​ determined​ gorilla​ with​ a​ baseball​ bat,​ <Smat!>,​ to​ the​ bonce.
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Sounding familiar, anybody?​ ​ Let's not​ ​ all see the same paws. Not​ ​ that
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Winter​ ​ doesn't​ ​ come​ ​ with​ ​ entertainment​ ​ ​ value,​ ​ ​ but​ ​ it's​ ​ this​ ​ ​ period​ ​ of
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ *getting*​ into​ Winter​ that​ can​ disturb​ our​ orbits​ and​ droop​ our​ tails.
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ And​ ​ who​ ​ speaks​ ​ of​ ​ this,​ ​ ​ y'think?​ ​ And​ ​ do​ ​ I​ ​ speak​ ​ ​ from​ ​ personal
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ experience,​ ​ y'think? (Oh hellya,​ ​ few times severe).​ ​ And y'think there is​ ​ not
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ a​ ​ jeezly​ ​ mob​ ​ of​ ​ creative​ ​ scribbling​ ​ folks​ ​ around​ ​ here​ ​ staring​ ​ down​ ​ this
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ seasonal​ gun​ barrel​ too?​ To​ some​ degree​ of​ severe?​ All​ together​ now:​ Duh.
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ So​ ​ this​ ​ is a FAWD-ish​ ​ subject/message,​ ​ what​ ​ with writing and creative
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ words being the raison​ ​ d'etre.​ ​ A​ ​ msg​ ​ that​ ​ oughta get​ ​ out​ ​ to furry ears,​ ​ I
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ thinks,​ and​ I​ have​ the​ keyboard,​ so​ ha​ ha.​ Simple​ msg​ too:
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Don't give up.​ ​ I​ ​ mean​ ​ it:​ ​ Don't.​ ​ Don't. Give.​ ​ Up. Just​ ​ don't​ ​ freakin'
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ give up.​ ​ And while​ ​ you're​ ​ at​ ​ it,​ ​ don't​ ​ f**kin' give up either. (Tempting​ ​ to
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ use​ the​ full​ power​ expletive​ for​ emphasis,​ but​ ya​ get​ the​ idea).
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Don't​ ​ @$^%#*​ ​ give​ ​ up,​ ​ in​ ​ the​ ​ main​ ​ because​ ​ it's​ ​ all​ ​ *temporary*.
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Survive​ ​ to​ ​ January,​ ​ suffer​ ​ through​ ​ Xmas--can be that​ ​ way--then​ ​ the​ ​ Sun
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ starts​ ​ coming *back*.​ ​ And yer outta the woods where​ ​ there​ ​ are bears, who
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ have​ ​ a fetish for nomming on​ ​ your mental​ ​ health,​ ​ <Growf!>. The​ ​ Momma
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ and​ ​ Daughter​ ​ Bear​ ​ are​ ​ rilly​ ​ hawt--well,​ ​ ​ female​ ​ bears--and​ ​ like​ ​ working
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ together,​ nudge​ nudge.​ Nonono;​ that​ threesome​ involves​ blood​ loss.
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Which​ ​ is​ ​ a​ ​ contrasting​ ​ metaphor​ ​ to​ ​ the​ ​ Black​ ​ Dogs​ ​ of​ ​ Depression,
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ those cheerful yipping puppies,​ ​ <Arf!>, invoked around​ ​ now. The light​ ​ whiff
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ of​ lesbian​ ursine​ incest,​ rowr,​ is​ a​ nice​ grace​ note.​ I​ do​ good​ work.​ :-​ )
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Don't give up.​ ​ There's no money in​ ​ it. And are there​ ​ ways 'n means to
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ cope,​ ​ to​ ​ ​ take​ ​ the​ ​ edge​ ​ off?​ ​ Hellya​ ​ again.​ ​ Even​ ​ effective​ ​ ways?​ ​ Hellya
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ double-down.​ ​ Pass​ ​ on the street-level​ ​ injectable or snortable​ ​ ways, please.
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Prob​ ​ is, when​ ​ whacked flat, the motivation and creativity to​ ​ *find*​ ​ effective
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ways can​ ​ be a stone bitch.​ ​ Ya​ ​ gotta dig deep (Uh-huh;​ ​ you can barely hold
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ the shovel).​ ​ Ya gotta​ ​ grind down​ ​ (Right, you're​ ​ already​ ​ ground​ ​ down). Oh
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ suuure,​ this​ is​ all​ gonna​ be​ *so*​ jeezly​ easy.​ Not.
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Last ditch:​ ​ Buy​ ​ a plane​ ​ ticket​ ​ to​ ​ Amsterdam​ ​ (Oh, that's​ ​ easier?)​ ​ or
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ just fantasize​ ​ about​ ​ it​ ​ (Surf​ ​ the​ ​ Net​ ​ for setting info). Bonus: No language
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ difficulties.​ ​ Although​ ​ between​ ​ them​ ​ Helga--ferret​ ​ fur--and​ ​ Trinka--Poodle
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ fur--spoke​ six​ languages.​ But​ I've​ said​ too​ much​ again.​ My​ bad.​ :-​ )
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ *Knowing*  that ​ this ​ time of year can be trouble: Important ​ thing. You
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ can prepare​ ​ and sight​ ​ in the guns in​ ​ advance. Understanding​ ​ the​ ​ why of it
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ all:​ ​ Harder.​ ​ Understanding​ ​ your track record​ ​ and​ ​ what's​ ​ happened​ ​ in the
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ past:​ ​ Mega-important.​ ​ Take​ ​ notes,​ ​ make​ ​ diary,​ ​ scrawl in​ ​ crayon​ ​ on​ ​ the
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ fridge,​ whatever​ works.
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ And​ ​ *talk* to other​ ​ people,​ ​ fer Gawd's sake, if possible. Ask to borrow
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ a​ ​ spare​ ​ bucket​ ​ of​ ​ chocolate​ ​ ice cream​ ​ outta​ ​ their fridge​ ​ (That'll help). If
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ offered cheddar, assess carefully, could be about​ ​ to achieve intelligence and
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ vote​ Republican.​ (Or​ Democrat;​ the​ joke​ works​ either​ way.​ :-​ )​ )
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Oh​ ​ right,​ ​ and​ ​ *humour*​ ​ is​ ​ a​ ​ potent​ ​ weapon, however​ ​ deployed​ ​ or
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ acquired,​ ​ since it's probably gonna​ ​ be​ ​ a​ ​ casualty​ ​ too.​ ​ Laughter's​ ​ not the
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ best medicine, medicine​ ​ is the​ ​ best medicine, but​ ​ when​ ​ you​ ​ stop laughing
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ is when you know you're​ ​ in deep​ ​ smelly​ ​ brown stuff.​ ​ Possibly deep enough
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ to consider a mining​ ​ career. So​ ​ *work* on humour, fight back​ ​ with​ ​ giggles,
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ snickers,​ ​ chortles,​ ​ and​ ​ maybe​ ​ a​ ​ combined​ ​ Robin Williams/Steven​ ​ Wright
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ bingefest.​ ​ Me, I have The Goon Show​ ​ and​ ​ Python; look​ ​ up the Goon Show,
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ you'll​ love​ it.
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Not that​ ​ Williams might seem appropriate considering... you​ ​ know,​ ​ but
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ he​ ​ still​ ​ retains​ ​ the King's​ ​ Crown​ ​ as the​ ​ Funniest​ ​ Dude​ ​ on--now​ ​ off-- the
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Planet. Wright, easily​ ​ the Crown Prince.​ ​ Do​ ​ you​ ​ have​ ​ a​ ​ pony? He does. If
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ you​ don't​ know​ what​ I​ mean​ you're​ about​ to​ lose​ a​ tail​ laughing.​ It'll​ help.
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ That's it, and that might do, and 's gonna​ ​ have to​ ​ do 'cause​ ​ I'm outta
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ room.​ ​ No​ ​ cute​ ​ fantasy polar​ ​ bear​ ​ girlfriend​ ​ today​ ​ anyway,​ ​ actually, since
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ she​ ​ went out​ ​ this morning saying she​ ​ was​ ​ going to​ ​ work​ ​ on​ ​ a​ ​ snow fort;
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ polar​ bears​ do​ build​ some​ serious​ dens.
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Wait,​ ​ wut? No​ ​ snow yet.​ ​ Prepare the​ ​ ground​ ​ before​ ​ advancing​ ​ on it,
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ she​ ​ chirped--<Growfed>--and​ ​ you​ ​ can't​ ​ start​ ​ too​ ​ early​ ​ with​ ​ these things.
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Then​ ​ sashayed​ ​ out​ ​ the door​ ​ wearing​ ​ the​ ​ sexiest​ ​ 'lil white G-string in​ ​ the
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●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Which​ ​ works as​ ​ entirely​ ​ well​ ​ on​ ​ glorious polar bear tushes as​ ​ it does
●●●●​ ​ ​ ​ ​ on​ over-endowed​ polar​ bear​ fronts.​ Ask​ me​ how​ I​ know.​ :-​ )
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​ ​ ​ ​ ​  ​ New Work This Week -- Sep 25 to Oct 2
  
​ ​ ​ ​ ​  ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ TO NEW POETRY...
​ ​ ​ ​ ​  ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ 5 poems posted from 5 new poets
​ ​ ​ ​ ​  ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ 32 poems posted from 17 existing poets

​ ​ ​ ​ ​  ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ TO NEW WRITING...
​ ​ ​ ​ ​  ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ 160 stories posted from 79 new writers
​ ​ ​ ​ ​  ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ 1197 stories posted from 541 existing writers


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