As a little gift to myself, I looked up this little story that Pat wrote one night, less than a month after we met...it was posted in my intro thread on Home of Poi...

***The picture is from Woodford Festival...he was drinking Dark'n'Stormies then, too...*giggle*...***

Happy Hippie Birthday, to me!!!

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poetic licence...

it's the drunkard's version of ... crap... what fairytale is it again... cinderella... that's it...


pogorella
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once upon a time, a young hippie named pogorella got sick of working all the damn time... so he cracked open a "dark 'n' stormy" (that's bundy rum and ginger beer in a can) and sat down to watch "almost famous"... 3 cans later and he was feeling pretty good...

but the movie was over, so he came back to spam HoP for a while... still drinking his bundy bear juice, pogorella tried to take some happy snaps of his tattoos with his sorely neglected camera... but... for whatever reason, he was unable to take a clear shot...

however!! in a flash of brilliance, he remembered that you could see his celtic armband tattoo in a twirling picture in his gallery...

while spamming HoP, the young temptress, rebekah the fyrespirit, ordered the impressionable young pogorella to drink another can, so that she could have her way with him. never one to pass up an opportunity, pogorella traipsed thru the pitch black house... on the way to the kitchen, he tripped over the ironing board and fell on the dog... the irony of having the ironing board out in the middle of the loungeroom, when pogorella irons nothing ever, did not escape him...

after picking himself up off the floor, pogorella retrieved another can from the fridge and returned to the comfort of HoP... where he proceeded to spam away once again.

but as he returned, pogorella noticed that the clock had passed midnight...!! defying all the laws of nature and scaring the fur off the dog, pogorella promptly turned into a pumpkin...

this is how he was found the next day... a mysterious, gigantic pumpkin, sitting on pogorella's computer chair. no-one ever discovered what happened to poor pogorella... but the pumpkin soup was legend for many years to come

THE END