Part 2 of Flossing Follies

The beginning of the Flossing Follies silly story is here (along with an explanation of what it is).

Here is the continuation that we have written since then (mostly Jason and me, but occasionally David and Emily join in):

"I disdain all such nonsensical stuff."

Following that tirade, things improved steadily. This unfortunately meant that other issues, including Spartan hand cream shortages, went erratically down the Spartan highway with Spartan finesse.

Back to the point, financial precision of the economic advisors flabbergasted humungous Stroumphs. McNeill sighed once this episode anticlimactically started stopping. Now, unremarkably, raw green peppers saluted, stoic, as frilly, lacy, fancy, gauzy, unsubstantial, cardamom-filled meatballs sang the Ode to Joy. In rebellion against three-faced, tombstone-inhabited Arizonan mansions discovered by

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The beginning of the more serious flossing story is here. And here is the continuation of that one since then:

...even the chief might start to power up the serious weaponry," whispered one of the more seasoned men.

Shots rang startlingly nearby, and an orange flare, signalling a group in sector G were in danger, bloomed out in the vast sky.

"Where's Jackson?" asked James.

"No sign, but I'd rather not alert the intruders to our position for the moment," replied the pensive strategist. "We'd better load up the rifles which fire triple-silenced ammo, before

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This morning, the one last patch of snow left on the lawn measured 18cm at its longest, by 9cm the other direction (but could have fit in a 14x13cm rectangle). By this afternoon, it was FINALLY all gone. We had snow on the lawn for 61 consecutive days, in the end. I think that's pretty impressive. I've never experienced that before. One more reason Switzerland rocks.

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