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Blues To Bluebells

The nervous young couple turned wedding bell blues into wedding bluebells They escaped from the dance floor and bought padded cells that no yells or screams can penetrate ~ returned just in time for orange bluebell cake

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Sam Kauffman

Date: 3/28/2023 3:29:00 PM

Delightful and witty as always Gershon with a touch of risque naughtiness!!! Fun! Thanks for sharing!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 3/28/2023 7:07:00 PM

I weigh the odds, then take the risk anyway. ~ Overweight, lol

Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 3/28/2023 12:43:00 PM

Deafening gw. :) laf

Gershon Wolf
Date: 3/28/2023 7:08:00 PM

Keep listening, Linda. :) gw

Arlo Parker

Date: 3/28/2023 10:31:00 AM

Can one have cake and eat it too...? Orange bluebell cake sounds oddly delightful. ~;o]

Gershon Wolf
Date: 3/28/2023 7:10:00 PM

You know, that cake does sound pretty good, Arlo. Thanks!

John Lawless

Date: 3/28/2023 4:43:00 AM

OH THE BELLS, BELLS, BELLS, BELLS, BELLS, the tintinabulation of those bells, bells, bells, bells, bells

Gershon Wolf
Date: 3/28/2023 7:11:00 PM

oh they moan, moan, moan, moan. Yawn...

Michelle Faulkner

Date: 3/27/2023 8:31:00 PM

Very risque (if I'm reading it right) yummy sounding cake too ;)

Gershon Wolf
Date: 3/28/2023 7:12:00 PM

Yummy is the password. Have yourself a couple of slices, Michelle...