"I like a good story, well told. That is the reason I am sometimes forced to tell them myself." - Mark Twain
Friday, September 21, 2018
Bueller? Ferris Beuller...? Anyone? Anyone...??
4 comments:
Grog
said...
I have no recollection of any high school parties where alcohol and/or attractive young females may have been present. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
I think a companion campaign using the sides of milk cartons with a picture of Kavenaugh under a caption, Did you see this man drinking lots of beer at a party near a country club 30-35 years ago?
Glad they didn't ask about college or squadron parties. Or green bean runs. Or brown bean runs. That could be tricky. If, of course, I had ever had any knowledge of such things.
Not counting the news outlets or websites along the full range of accuracy and veracity, I follow multiple actual individuals' handwritten blogs. (Bot news aggregators don't thrill me.) Looking them over, many are current serving or former military and a couple are some variation of high-speed low-drag elite forces ninjas. Or just funny as all. Because life without humor is just despair. So in other words, the same folks I trusted in the military not to wet the bed, sh*t themselves, or otherwise run around like headless Nancys, are the same folks I trust on the interwebz, for demonstrating pretty much the same trustworthiness and circumspectly responsible behavior. Color me shocked.
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4 comments:
I have no recollection of any high school parties where alcohol and/or attractive young females may have been present. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
I think a companion campaign using the sides of milk cartons with a picture of Kavenaugh under a caption, Did you see this man drinking lots of beer at a party near a country club 30-35 years ago?
The tips would pour in.
Ohh... "high school parties". whew.
Glad they didn't ask about college or squadron parties. Or green bean runs. Or brown bean runs. That could be tricky. If, of course, I had ever had any knowledge of such things.
wetting down
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