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Yes, here it is, a 1937 Bugatti of which I would like one for Christmas. Please send.
There is a guy several blocks away who had a little trouble last night when he got drunk, raced his SUV through a major intersection without stopping. He ran over the sidewalk, up the hill on the lawn, up three steps and blasted into his own house, obliterating the living room and most of the kitchen. His tomato soup is no longer sitting on the stove.
He is having bologna sandwiches today in jail. His house may have to be torn down due to structural damage. What do you imagine he may be thinking right about now? Ta!
Just a song for tonight. And a couple of thoughts. When this girl sang this song the handicapped Royal Air Force was fighting for Britain's life against the Luftwaffe, families were getting telegrams "Sorry your son's dead. But it was a heroic sacrifice." A household was eating about 3 or 4 ounces of meat a week (about the amount of one McDonald's Angus burger patty), execrable bread with not much flour in it, and whatever vegetables you could grow in your backyard. Lots of turnips, lots of cabbage, lots of the kind of stuff nobody would eat much of in the old days. Not to mention that many folks quit eating the veggies because bombs fell on their houses at night and blew them into vegetable stew. That was not an Inconvenience, that was one Big Fecking Problem. So when I'm bitchy, I'm going to talk to some really old folks and play this song (and admire Vera Lynn, Mom always told me to marry a girl like her...) and get a little teary and probably feel a lot better. How about you? Ta!
It's the first part of October and my brother is sick, my sinuses are full, it's chilly and I had a date with a girl today who never showed although I earlier had a faint intuitive hint that she wouldn't. Later she apologized saying: "Blix bozzon gingermel, uh, koochimus kozzo, uh, and, my mixer deblabna nonivor. Ex, I'm sorry but, kozzen bigervere tasio, but maybe we cag met mogether menother time."
