From the pages of "Lurleeen, come on in here and see to what this feller's on about" comes something so mindnumblingly gauche and utterly tacky I assumed it had been developed probably here in the Land of Unlimited Possibilities ('check!') and quite possibly in the state whose name starts with the same letter as crazy ('not so fast there, Colorado') California.
Yearn to keep your hand in the social media game even after you've shuffled off this mortal coil? Well, say no more! Just slip into this and be comfortable. Oh death, where is your sting, or tweet or personal message?
How many characters are in Road to Damascus anyway?
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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