Pat Coloman Barber has exceptionally beautiful legs and feet. That much is obvious. What is not immediately apparent is Pat's bizarre conversation.
The following dialogue is from when we went for coffee.
- How you doin', Pat?
- Slingshot blue for medium taste without Harem coupling bling
- You don't say?
- Belfast orange burning flat calapasnium random fresh organ failure miso soup
- I am not sure I know exactly what you mean
- Gilded cream Tripanosoma furious bicycle prime-video adverbial descending park
- You may have a point there, Pat
- Rings with things, kings springs in slings
So now that we were entering the versification stage, I knew that we were coming up to the surface.
- Fair is foul, and foul is fair; Hover through fog and filthy air.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
- Macbeth, Act 4, Scene 1, you start making sense, Pat.
- I always made sense
- So what do you want, now?
- What I want today is what I had tomorrow
I smiled and said
- Gilgamesh blend standard poodle mix
Pat smiled and said
- Mick, you are so full of shit
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