Well, they repainted the white lines that mark
out our winding stretch of road yesterday.
We feel very smartly svelte now, curvaceous.
Also, I drove in to the county office to pay
our property taxes smack on the due date, just
in the nick. Apparently a lot of other people
took this tactic too, & the lady informed me that
there are 44,000 parcels in the county. Some of
our parcels are so tiny that they don't even
bother to tax us for them. Isn't that nice. & I'm
just now remembering the story about Louis Costa
& Columbo Cademartori (is that right?) perenially
arguing & cane-waving about "the lines."
Always the lines, round here.
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dave was definitely the aggressor
one day he came down and broke the front screen door with his cane, shaking and frothing at the mouth.
louie started to have a Hard Tack
and so i lifted his tongue and put nitroglycerine there before hooking him up to a monster oxygen tank
all the while i was concerned i might lose my standing with dave who always invited me to his huge party where he dug a huge pit and buried a bigga cow which after a couple of weeks became this amazing barbecue. how did he do that??? let's try it sometime and then make pineapple ice cream with cannned milk
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