11 thoughts on “Scenes From A 1950 Duffle Bag, Part Cuatro”
What I always wanted to do when I saw a shake-sharing, googley-eyed couple like the one above was march over to the table, toss both straws aside, pick up the malt, and down it in one breath. Take that, Bridget and Bernie. Thanks, Kerbey.
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What I always wanted to do when I saw a shake-sharing, googley-eyed couple like the one above was march over to the table, toss both straws aside, pick up the malt, and down it in one breath. Take that, Bridget and Bernie. Thanks, Kerbey.
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It’s good that you put “P is for pet lover” because P is certainly not for passive aggressive.
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Notice that I did not say “what I have done.” I have the sense to keep crap like that in my “always wanted to do” file, Kerbey.
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🙂 There is time yet. You are only 57.
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Um, do not push my calendar pages forward yet. I am 56 until December, Kerbey.
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sorry, sorry. in your 57th year, but not 57. i bet you could write an entire post about having to share your bday with the holidays!
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Nah, my birthday comes first on the calendar, and I always get treated right.
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Oh, happy days. That last photo needs a caption.
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Yeah, the teacher reminds me of the lisping guy in “Princess Bride.” Homely.
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“Never wager with a Scilian when death is on the line”.
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Yeth, that’s it!
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