Weekend Jukebox/Open Thread
As Rufus’s nostalgia seems to have prompted my invitation to join this august company, and Mark has furthered the veer into nostalgia with his History of the LoOG post, this seems appropriate:
Sadly, there’s no booze in Rancho Ryan tonight, not even a can of beer.
There is a broad, and she’s a hell of a dame. When I was 45, it was a very good year…
One of my friends moved here from New Jersey and one night he asked me if I had ever noticed that Colorado Springs has no cemeteries.
We were drinking, you see. He had wondered whether he had died a few months back and he was, somehow, in heaven and they were taking their sweet time to break the news to him. Sadly, to the best of my knowledge, I had to inform him that we weren’t yet in heaven but we were still here. There is a major cemetery in Fountain, for example.
This is good wine, however. Fountain is miles and miles away.
While Maribou is at some UFC event, I am enjoying the company of y’all and off to enjoy the company of (the 360 version of) Skyrim.
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