|Gus, "Psst, hoomin, wrong season; it's springtime; you're six months early; save this roll for later, OK?|
|Espresso, "You just looked at my girlfriend, hoomin, didn't ya!?"|
Good Evening, Everybun!
And so the day turned greyer and colder than yesterday. Every kind just hunkered down and enjoyed soul snacks all day. I gave my hoomin a cookie and a half worth of seconds, and the sorry sod confused the seasons. Or was it a Freudian hop, I mean slip, on his part?
Good Night, and Good Luck!
Nothing these days seems quite like it should ... Much thanks for the calming and unwavering views from the Bunns ...
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