We’re too lazy down round these parts. We like to sit in our cars and avoid physical contact with the Norwegian counters. I would like to use the British animal cheque spelling though. I would pronounce it “le cheque” though. Because I’m fancy.
I would if I could but I shan’t. I would like one of those bank tubes that suck my checks up and over to the tellers but for my garbage bags. Just a shoot shute that whisks it away like the trash it is.
In Trading Places, Clarence was the guy giving the orange crop forecast to Winthorpe and Valentine in the dark parking garage. It was a covert operation of course. His character was also always in it for himself.
I went to the first open mic I’ve been to in years yesterday afternoon. I didn’t read, but I had the best time I’ve had in years. I will definitely read at the next one. I’ve got some favorite pieces of mine but I really need to start bleating again.
Doggies of goodness!