Here at the Compound things are pretty rough and ready, as you'd expect, but back at HQ? Different story, only the very finest wines and food will do.
That's why Blue Navidad got lobster for Christmas. He tore right into that tasty snack! Delicious lobster.
Lucky dog, to be so privileged, unlike the lobster, which lost out in the greater scheme of things. Sorry, crustacean, they can't all be winners. But what can we say, let's hear it for seafood.
As I write this piece of nuanced, three-dimensional prose, safely back at the Compound, the happy sound of Navidad fills the air. Those of you who equate angelic choirs with pulsing Latino bass will know what I mean.
And I'm not complaining.
Merry Christmas,
LSP
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Blue Crustacean Consumer made short work of his gift.
And the band is there to lull you into an advent slumber (heavy on the bass).
He sure liked it... All kinds of Navidad music here; festive, if "bass."
LOL-- Latino bass... I'm sure the heavenly choirs of angels are all about that.
If you're lucky, an ice cream truck, rooster, lawn crew, squawking peacock (or all four + whatever else hboro might cook up) will wake you up on Christmas morn! But listen, baby Jesus was in a barn-- couldn't have been too quiet for him either. Ponder that while Blue Navidad barks at the squirrels.
It's weirdly quite here this morning, Jenny. I think they used up all of their magic power last night.
Navidad's on a country vacation with his dog pals...
Merry Christmas to you and Blue, my friend.
Living in a predominantly Dominican neighborhood in upper Manhattan i can sympathize with the pulsing Latino beat.
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