Appealing enough to push thoughts of fresh-squeezed pug from my mind.
As if anyone needed another reason to dread becoming stuck behind a bus.
How to interpret this? Is it truly an opportunity to create your own bloody mary? Or is it “Fix your own bloody Mary bar,” perhaps in response “Hey, Nigel, I need you to come fix my Mary bar,” with the British bloody being attached to some piece of furniture called a Mary bar? Or does it have nothing to do with cocktails and “bloody mary” is being used as a euphemism for something awful?
One tile missing — but maybe it’s better that way?
The follow-up to Joyce Carol Oates’s I Think I’m Allergic to Peas.
If only Nigel could fix us a bloody Mary.
ReplyDeleteMaybe the pattern with the missing tile is like one of those Native American artifacts where the artist made an error on purpose.
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