"Fiction is the purest art. Commercial fiction is the butter, the darkest chocolate, and the finest malt. That's why we are so addicted to it."--Angie Brooksby-Arcangioli
I blew the picture up to see what was on the back of the bike, but I still can't read it :-(
Merry Christmas Janet. May all your Sharkey dreams come true.
Josin, It's probably this:Oh Christmas Shark,Oh Christmas Shark,Ye tree-top hula dancer.Oh Christmas Shark,Oh Christmas Shark,Rejects with bluntest answers.Your teeth are sharpto query-shred,Poor writers dreams,now newly dead.Oh Christmas Shark,Oh Christmas SharkYe tree-top hula dancer.
Merry Christmas, Janet!I'm off to the beach :)
Twinkle lights would have made that bike even more awesome than it already is.
ROFL -- I guess New Yorkers are awesome at short hand.:-)
Merry Christmas! Thank you for your wit, wisdom, and sharkly rantings.(And holy cow, but Barbara Poelle is one lucky woman. . .)
The guy can sing...very nice.Happy Holidays!
Have a wonderful Christmas, Janet,That is my favourite song too, but in French (Minuit Chretien is the title). Rufus Wainright does a lovely version, which you can find on youtube.xxAM
I think I just fell in love with Travis. Sorry, Joe.
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