Strange Brew by John Deering for October 10, 2024

“Beacon” & eggs served @ breakfast.

Interesting!!! That “structure” does NOT look like a …… “house!!”

:-)

That reminds me of when Jay Leno (on the Late Night) read off a help wanted, which ended with ‘includes light dic. work’, to which Leno added, “It’s good work, if you can get it”.

Lighthouse work not lighthouse work.

Saw a prison once that had a lighthouse on every corner, and it wasn’t even near an ocean.

Old Joke, I remember it from the show THE GOODIES: LIGHTHOUSE KEEPING LOONIES

Appears it was a dark and stormy night.

Thanks for not saying, “your.” Or, “yore.”

I want to marry a lighthouse keeper

And keep him company.

I want to marry a lighthouse keeper

And live by the side of the sea.

I’ll polish his lamp by the light of day,

So ships at night can find their way.

I want to marry a lighthouse keeper,

Won’t that be okay?

We’ll take walks along the moonlit bay,

Maybe find a treasure, too.

I’d love living in a lighthouse:

How about you?

I dream of living in a lighthouse, baby,

Every single day.

I dream of living in a lighthouse,

A white one by the bay.

So if you want to make my dreams come true,

Go be a lighthouse keeper, do!

We could live in a lighthouse,

A white one by the bay-ay-hay.

Won’t that be okay?

Ya-da ta-da-da.

Off to a rocky start. :)

" Hark Triton, hark! Bellow, bid our father the Sea King rise from the depths full foul in his fury! Black waves teeming with salt foam to smother this young mouth with pungent slime, to choke ye, engorging your organs til’ ye turn blue and bloated with bilge and brine and can scream no more – only when he, crowned in cockle shells with slitherin’ tentacle tail and steaming beard take up his fell be-finned arm, his coral-tine trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest and plunges right through yer gullet, bursting ye – a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted bloody film now and nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the Dread Emperor himself – forgotten to any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil, forgotten even to the sea, for any stuff for part of Winslow, even any scantling of your soul is Winslow no more, but is now itself the sea!"

We need a word limit on responses.