Ray's Thought for the Day - Day 90

Our little planet, that many call, Earth, has now completed almost 1/4th of its annual trip around Ogma. Too soon, the very short season, Hope Remains, shall give way to the misery of Beelzebubberiffic. But right now, and for the next short span of days, the winter weeds are rushing to get all their fornicating in before the great heat saps their vital juices.

The bluebonnets started last week. I won't put up any bluebonnet pictures up in the venue unless an interesting fly lands on a bluebonnet. Please White Goddess, no more bluebonnet photos, electric or otherwise. Unless of course, some nice ample bosoms or a fly is also in the picture. Better yet, how about an interesting fly on the ample bosoms in the bluebonnet patch. Uh, oh, it's my twain beautiful girlfriends arrived at the venue.

Ray, what are you twaddling about here.

Nothing Olwen.

Look at this, Hope. Ray's backsliding. Now he is plotting all these non-family style images for the venue.

Goodness gracious Ray. Couldn't you think up something better than flies on bosoms. Go fix supper. We're hungry. Right Olwen.

Yeah Ray. Hurry up and fix supper. I have to go to work.