What perfidity. I gave you my heart, or least some infrequent comments, and you leave me like I was no more than a pregnant waitress at the Busy Bee Cafe in Alvin in the Summer of 97. Thanks a lot. Just take your peach cobbler and go.
Yeah, first Lisa Falkenberg gets married and doesn't even invite you, now I'm pulling out just with no warning, just like I (or was it you?) did with that waitress in Alvin. Ah, memories.
Anyway, look for the longish "Slampo" obit in the Sunday Chronicle. It's amazing how much he resembled that Mexican matinee idol from the 1940s.
Slampo lives and drives in Houston, Texas, but one day he's goin' up the country to make a pallet on the floor. He can be reached at slampo414@earthlink.net and will respond sooner or later. Or you can be his Facebook pal at Slampo Lnu, at least until he does something to embarrass himself, or you.
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Perhaps permanently? Say it ain't so.
"Perhaps permanently?"
What perfidity. I gave you my heart, or least some infrequent comments, and you leave me like I was no more than a pregnant waitress at the Busy Bee Cafe in Alvin in the Summer of 97. Thanks a lot. Just take your peach cobbler and go.
Yeah, first Lisa Falkenberg gets married and doesn't even invite you, now I'm pulling out just with no warning, just like I (or was it you?) did with that waitress in Alvin. Ah, memories.
Anyway, look for the longish "Slampo" obit in the Sunday Chronicle. It's amazing how much he resembled that Mexican matinee idol from the 1940s.
I wonder just who exactly qualifies as the "proper authorities"?
Rorschach, sir, you are as much of an authority as anyone, so consider yourself duly notified.
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