They Call Me Frog

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the way we were-cows

It’s a tall scene can you handle it? We worked butt hard on this and we could see you there and if not also send it to you. We had a late halloween last saturday (11-3), the were-cows were out and the moo was full. Mostly 30s guys there, and a few 60ish. The Kade family was there, Ky and J., Dylan and Mickey (who say our wine is good – we haven’t tasted), Barb, Brett (Kade and I were discussing kings and presidents early in the day and I said, we have a president, do you know who it is, and he said Brett). We had pumpkin soup, which was poured back into the pumpkin to be served, acorn bread from Laura who actuallly ground acorns, and pumpkin pies that also had cranberries and other interesting side tastes, and topped with whipped cream which we all took turns whisking, there was a loot of it. We had a haunted tent with eerie sounds like from Blair Witch with bones thrown out sucked clean – “children! Errrghbl!ff!dya! We need a slim child. Kin KadeMaddie? A princess at leastttttt. OOOOOOOOO00000000.Fokes kids gather round – a little BLOOD, a little GRISTLE! A- hahahahahahahah – and we dunked for apples-Brett did an hysterical explanation to Kade of how it suppozed to be (instruction to Kade for bobbing apples: “you make your lips like this, and then you suck and then you plunge and then you go sssssslllrp, you surrround your lips around it, and then you remove your head from the water and then you pull it in and own it”), (and then Kade goes, “I think this is way too hard.”) (Grandma Suze agrees, it’s way hard, dude, and let’s see Dylan try) Dylan who came as a motley fool then made an even motlier fool of himself totally submerging his head to come up with a mouthful of pomme. Other people made efforts but Dylan’s was the apex and no one could continue after that such a performance. Kade was asking people to lick his penis, when an actual real and wonderful food fight (I think youd have to say Laura started it) (and Ky was right behind. We used to do that – whipped creme?????) broke out in the kitchen, with gutteral sounds and exoristic grunts and flung utensils and whattever (pumpkin splatters and ketchup blood on dull knives and numerous pies waiting for the creme they would never receive because it was all airborne) (food went places where food don’t never go and the next day in the vineyard laura was cleaning pumpkin seed off Kade’s skull and whipped crema off the grape leaves vines, the syrah is beyond colorful this yr) and pretty soon everyone in the kitchen was covered with whipped cream except the 60-ish greyhaired folks who werent buying into that except, who sat at the round table laughing and getting all nostalgic about and deferring the whip creme element to a futuristic 60’s food fight House of Pies sort of like, try this in public, little fellas some time in your young lives if you dare, we did. The dif between the 30s now and the 60s folks back then is that the 30s folk immediately whip out mops and sponges and towels and shirts and walked around on towel footies and wipe everything down and licked the walls clean and the dogs were way behind this time as the neo hippies were swift with their lickings and polishings on the interior sidings of the april 80 kitchen and the slanting big house glass window which did not fall down that night. Fools! We didnt have to do anything, us 60s, except stumble home in the full moo light, laughing like guttersnips jackals hyenas and coyotes and crows and dumbos, mean aunts and my aunt rose, who was not present, looking out for them were-cows.

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