I am going forth with my vision. I am going to try to install a Fund Me key. I need to go to Holland.
Victoria’s Orange Parade
Posted on April 19, 2018
by Royal Rosamond PressBeing part Dutch, and able to trace her lineage to William The Silent, got Victoria Bond an invite to march in the Orange Parade. But, when she insisted she play her ‘Contraption’, some of the most diplomatic folks of the Isles slithered up to her, and, as calm as can be, tried to talk her out of it.
“There will be trouble!”
“What kind of trouble? There’s always trouble. I’m not giving up my pipes – mon! That would be like me, asking you, to give up your nuts. Coo’mon! Drop em!”
Jon Presco
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Jon Presco
Chapter Two
Call Me Blue
Blue McDonald paced back stage like a wild animal, or a mad-dog Gladiator who couldn’t wait to get in the arena and slaughter his first pack of cry-baby Christians. When the curtain opened a gap in the line, out he rushed to center stage. He now wished he had worn a larger collar because the blood was coursing through his neck arteries like a slege hammer. He yanked at his tie, and a button flew into the audience. Because of the spotlights, he did not witness the mad scrum for it. He had heard he was famous – real famous – but, he had not experienced that as yet. Thinking he had arrived, he now hears a crescendo of BOOS pouring down on him – like an avalanche!
“BLUE! BLUE! BLUUUUE!
“What the fook!” Blue uttered with a snarl…
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