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Thursday, September 23
I have made a wonderful discovery, Fil.
Really?
Yes.
I see.
No you don't. I haven't told you what the discovery was yet.
Touché.
Eww... no.
...the state of your mind could best be represented by a ripe orange. A REALLY ripe orange. Like rotten. And it was run over by an ugly, ugly truck.
I'm glad you think so highly of my overripe, ugly-truck-squashed mind.
No problem.
Well, here's my discovery:
Pushing around lotsa carts plus trumpet with no finish equals hands that smell like dog.
...You held that whole thing back this long? That must have been a lot of strain on your overripe, ugly-truck-squashed mind.
That it was, Fil. That it was.
Really?
Yes.
I see.
No you don't. I haven't told you what the discovery was yet.
Touché.
Eww... no.
...the state of your mind could best be represented by a ripe orange. A REALLY ripe orange. Like rotten. And it was run over by an ugly, ugly truck.
I'm glad you think so highly of my overripe, ugly-truck-squashed mind.
No problem.
Well, here's my discovery:
Pushing around lotsa carts plus trumpet with no finish equals hands that smell like dog.
...You held that whole thing back this long? That must have been a lot of strain on your overripe, ugly-truck-squashed mind.
That it was, Fil. That it was.
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