A recent rush of hits takes us into the mid 190's, will post when we hit the two-ton!
TODAY's PROMPTS
I shouted, turning where I thought the voice had been
CHANT
Isn't it nice that everyone has a grocery list
BOLT
These are the days of the horrible headline
SNAP
Who will sit where in the forest of tiaras?
CLASP
I'll tell yer then what really riles a bloke
CHANCE
The barman's spaniel, one damp eye a-cock
MANSION
Concerning the reinements of cruelty
TIGER
Bomb Blast Atrocity, Leak From Reactor
FEATHER
He aerosolled his name, and it was mine.
STREET
The lads, the lads, away the lads
BALL
At home, indeed, it was terribly like the world cup
HER MOOJESTY
It's all go to the sandblaster, it's all go Tutti Frutti
GRIND
President, playing the saxophone, hoping to be liked
USB UB40
Flights Everywhere
GAS!
A society wedding, the autumn hats look swell
and an earlier batch, posted at some unGodly hour
Make Me a Supermodel
Otters Use Tools Too
Friends Resurrected
The Kiwi and the Sheep
Hole Punch
Ferret-Face Fred and the Mystery of the Gas-Leak
The Night has a Thousand Eyes
Taking a Liberty
Waterloo! Waterloo!
A purpose in liquidity
Suffering From Man Flu
Georgia's Epitaph
The singing will never be done
On bended knee
Cosmic Radiation
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