You see a guy with one leg, he's got a story. "Land mine '69." You see a guy with one arm, he's got a story, too. "Snow blower, bottle of whiskey." You see a guy with one tooth, what would the story be? "Well, uh, I like a lot of taffy."
And I got no time! I will fill the probably completely empty world to which I type (except you, Mandy. You read this!) in sometime today. I had a great week away!
2 comments:
You know I am not your only faithful reader!
You aren't. I faithfully read it myself. But, I write it. So I have to!
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