OMB! – The Last Larf

One fine day whilst out strolling the boulevard on my way to a rendez-vous, I happened upon the most incredible spectacle …

After the experience, I considered, to borrow from Mr. Allen, “Don’t they usually come in pairs?” I larfed to myself all the way to my engagement and slightly afterwards and then again that evening during dessert of lemon puddng cake and once more the next morning while in bed reading the Appointments section of The Globe, eating toast and trying, without success, not to get sticky strawberry jelly on my finger tips. And that was it, I never larfed again. Sad, the effect of sticky strawberry jelly on one’s finger tips …




(Apologies for  no 2 POP)

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