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Ok, that poem started off quite nicely....but.....

Flava? As in flavor?

Not knocking that, except "the flavor of an eel in labor"

Uh.....

Really?

Do you tend to eat eels in labor?

The rest of that, Alaskan hasn't tasted that stuff either, but at least Alaskan can imagine seeing you, or Sour, licking off the mold from a paving stone.
I just wanted to make it rhyme.......not saying I would eat an eel. Much less one in labor. I wouldn't even fathom the idea. Eels creep me out.

sort of sick when I read it back to myself, but I was also laughing and laughing is frowned upon at work.

Yes Flava, as in flavor. It was allegorical, as in an eel in labor has to be green color or flavor green. Like they say that " apple computers come in different flavors" or ipads/ipods come in different flavors". no one eats ipads/ipods and computers.
...........................hopefully.



but I would rather eat a computer over an eel in labor.

 
Oh, OK, that's makes sense.
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Well, you are the one that wanted to be in the oubliette. And there is a bucket in there, but will you use it? So who's fault is it, hmmmm?
 
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I bring you a pitcher and a mug twice a day. If you didn't throw them at me, you could use them for water - that's what they are for, after all. I think I'm going to suggest we get some made of wood, or pewter, or something; this broken crockery is getting hazardous!
 

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