That’s a bowling ball. Most hogs’ futures are pretty dark.
There’s an old technique for remembering something. Write the question on a post card (yes, I said old techinque) and mail it to yourself and then forget about it. When the card arrives and you read it, you’ll recall the answer. Never tried it just that way but application of tincture of time does sometimes work.
I should do that. But I don’t want to hear what I have to say.
I never worked a day in my life. Had a job. Did it. Loved it. Got paid. I’d like to go do it all over again.
If only that had happened. We could be in the 1950’s now. I’d take that.
Mr. Wimple’s wife was bitten by a rattlesnake. “The bite was instantly fatal. Sweetie-Face skinned it for a hat band.”
… appendix removal, . .
I think it’s great, for the most part. When in our cups, my associates and I have solved most of the world’s great problems. Only downside is that nobody wrote it down.
My looks faded and I’m still the star I once was. Oh. Right.
Who you calling ’Hosen"!?