Well, folks, I read seven (count 'em) seven books in October. One I didn't finish but even at that I hit the magic number 50 I estimated for myself by the end of the year. The six books I successfully waded through were, firstly, What Happened, Hillary Clinton's book on her bid for the Presidency. I''m a bit of a political junkie so I get off on this stuff but still it kinda struck me as one long whine over losing. Next up was the excellent Canyon of Dreams: The Magic and Music of Laurel Canyon. Laurel Canyon was the fabled area outside of Los Angeles where many musicians and artists lived. Known as a 60s enclave, the book takes a look at just who lived there over the last 80 years. A fascinating read. Next up was Lightfoot, a biography of Canadian folk singer Gordon Lightfoot. He may have been responsible for some iconic folk songs but he was also quite the womanizer and boozer. Enough said. Then I read Dan Brown's new tome Origin, the fifth ...
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Where the Hell do you live, in West Virginia?
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Look, mom, I caught the ball
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I just love my job of being the quality control inspector to check how anatomically correct the wax figures are.
That's all I got.
Umm, seriously though-- I grabbed Washington's junk at Mount Vernon and stuck my tongue in the ear of a bust of Eisenhower. In my defense, they were clearly coming onto me at the time.(Also, the children who witnessed me fondling the first president learned a valuable lesson about something. They grow up so fast.)
I vote for Cheryl P's first caption.