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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