IN SEARCH OF FAMILIAR POKERS
A PM
Morning Gentle Prodders,
Ken-Dogger: Morning Nellie, would you just poke me now?
Nellie: Huh?
KD: I need you to just poke me this morning.
N: (poking) There, you’re poked.
KD: Thanks…
N: What was that all about?
KD: it’s just…Each day we just seem to get poked one way or another. I’d just like my poker to be someone familiar.
N: Familiar poking is more palatable?
KD: It’s my working hypothesis…We’ll see.