What a long, strange trip it's been.
So if those are Trump’s undies, I guess now he’s the Commando in Chief.
Reminds me of a song I haven’t thought of or heard in years, Randy Newman’s “Political Science” 1972: ♪♫ “They all hate us anyhow, so let’s drop the big one now.”♫ ♪
Just an aside to Richard, re: “Go Pack!” – Looking to sell our home someday here in MN, we’re updating the kids’ bathroom, which included removing the Packer wallpaper and all the other G.B. decor. Never took to the Vikes when we moved here from Chicago, and for some reason our boys became huge Packer fans. Now they both live in Milwaukee. And while we’re at it, Go Badgers!
At least toss them some paper towels.
Tempus fugit, momento mori.
Our friends named their baby Gregory. When he cried, we called it Gregorian chants.
A little levity here – I worked in Food Service at a dormitory at U of I in 1974, and one night we served spaghetti. It was also a night that not-so-noble Boomer hippies chose to have a food fight. I can attest that plates of spaghetti really do stick to walls. I especially remember it slowly dripping off the wall clock.
My cousin briefly had a flying squirrel for a pet (like Rocky). It climbed up the curtains and swooped down. Until my aunt evicted it.
Brings to mind the 1980 Vapors hit “Turning Japanese”.