Well, folks, the day has finally come ... someone has called me to task on my blog. Neighbor Carole politely chastised me for being "a bit mean" to people and compared me to an "8th Grader." "I see your point," I said, agreeing with her, "Perhaps I should give the whole thing some more thought." Speaking of getting blasted, an Anonymous Gasbag let loose a Fart for the ages this morning at 7th and Montana. It was the kind of Trumpet Blast that would make Louis Armstrong proud. Was it the man on the left, who quickly and discretely buried his head in the newspaper; the Woman in the Center who stiffened-up and looked suspicious; or the man on the right who seemed strangely transfixed on the Apple Fritter display? I don't know ... your gas is as good as mine!
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Or was it you perhaps??? Keep giving your Starbucks accounts no matter what Carole says 'cause some ole country people like me never see the inside of a Starbucks.
Oh, that comment is too harsh. You're at least as mature as you were after 10th grade!
Well,if it was me I would probably start giggling. That wouldn't give me away would it?
BTW, you are a little snarky, but that is part of your charm. Those who don't like it- stop reading! It's that simple.
Will the real Satchmo please light a match!....and Marty, you have to be you, not a version of somebody else...keep being you.
Is she trying to compare you to Peter Pan? Somehow I do not see you wearing green tights and a green outfit to match, lol.
Obviously a passing thought :o)
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