Refugee From Reality.
Now two minutes for the rebuttal.
The current “social distancing” thing is nothing new to me. I went through the same thing looking for a date for my high school prom.
Rice-A-Roni, the San Francisco Treat, was often the grand prize in 1970’s Canadian game shows. When I was there, I never, ever Tricked Or Treated down there because I didn’t want to get the other San Francisco treat.
It was a European carry all worn around my waist. Very fashionable in Gay Paree at the time.
Memories of my younger days when I had to beat them off with a stick that I carried in my man-purse.
“We caught the escaped prisoners fourth months ago. This is an escape proof prison!”
“Buts if it’s escape proof, how dids they ’scape in the first place?”
“???? Okay, off the The Box for all of you!”
“We’s just want a cold meal and a cold shower.”
“Mushloaf for all of you!”
“Ain’t that cruel and unusual punishment?”
“Well, it’s my wife’s cooking, so, yeah, but here you eat what I eat! May God have mercy on your guts!”
“Charlie Brown, we needed a fourth for bridge before we go lawn bowling. Well, we don’t really, but an empty chair doesn’t work and Snoopy can’t play cards yet. You’re better than nothing, but not by a lot.”
“That’s the swellest thing that anybody’s ever said to me!”
“This will show everybody why I carry bricks in my purse, and not my wallet. I don’t need a wallet. Guys buy me everything, anyway.”
P3: Number 42 is momentary frozen in his tracks admiring Number 56’s tight end.
Were the barber, judge, sheriff, dentist, veterinarian, mayor and coroner all the same person? A guy named Haney?