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Norma dear, if I were you, I'd lay off the breaded fish dinners and calms casino.
ReplyDeleteleave my clam out of it.
Deletebetter than Summer's Eve
ReplyDeleteand the sand exfoliates!
Delete"Summer breeze, makes me feel fine" - just remember to loosen your knicker elastic to let it out. Jx
ReplyDeletenot to worry, nature's loosened everything.
DeleteIt's the Endless Summer here. 90s next week. Uggh.
ReplyDeletethose pesky santa anas.
DeleteWhat have been telling you - stay out of the sun and moisturize. And do you listen? Feh!
ReplyDeleteif i steeped in a vat of lanolin,
Deletei still wouldn't reconstitute.
She's from France.
ReplyDeletele conehead, exactement!
Delete"You can sit in the sand and have the biggest tantrum that you like, young lady, but we're still going home. Now, take that fish-&-chip wrapper off your head and get in the car!"
ReplyDeletei'm not moving until i get more tartar sauce.
DeleteThank goodness you're covering your Secret Lady Place.
ReplyDeleteon the beach, with the salty breezes?
Deleteit's no secret.
I might use that hat design for my next tinfoil project... very fetching.
ReplyDeleteSx
be careful, there's a patent pending.
DeleteNo more Coney Island whitefish washing up on the beach, huh?
ReplyDeleteonly whales honey, only whales.
DeleteMother !
ReplyDeleteyou're an absolute dear for not pronouncing it, "muthah."
DeleteAlvie !
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