And the beat goes on…
One lives outside my patio door. Every night the web appears and it’s gone in the morning.
Replacing the former food of the gods, Colombo extra sour french bread, a wonderful thing that no longer exists.
and downright tasty.
Mmmmm… yummy stuff, especially with lots of mayo, bread & butter pickles and velveeta. Yeah, it’ll probably kill me but so far, at eighty, so good.
I can, and do, that frequently in my dreams.
Joe? Joe Biden, is that you?
Anything I hate that kids I know wear or do, I tell them how cute it is and how much I like it. Instant kill.
Yeah, but it’ll be a happy butt.