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Originally Posted by RWood
Since the days of receiving WLPL radio on the old bedsprings is long past -- we now get it through fillings in the right and left molar (better stereo that way), we also had to abandon the rhubarb daiquiris since my lady friend made them all into pies and left me here with a case of autographed cumquats.
I played the record backwards but John and George are still gone and Paul is not dead.
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Precisely! See, the good Mister Wood knows what I'm talking about.
Can your lady friend reverse the process, as I'd kill every last person in this rhum for a rhubarb daiquiri (present company excepted of course...though that table over in the corner, the one reserved for the weekly meeting of "The Can't and the Cant of Kant Collective", attended by a team of torpid-yet-turgid emos discussing the finer points of "How to cut yourself for attention"...they'll be feeding my dogs tonight, and I don't mean "as a favour")?
It's Monday, and I'm into my third latte (pinkyfinger raised). To paraphrase Cthulhu and quote Cher, "If I could turn back time..." it would still be Sunday night. Ahh, what the hell - I can fake it. Next round of drinks...my shout.
Cheers and beers,
Marc