And then out of the metaphoric blue, this story landed, figuratively speaking in my lap(top). And where, exactly, in the airplane do you suppose all of this cocaine was found?
Proving the nose knows no bounds. |
-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.
Proving the nose knows no bounds. |
Maybe it's a phenomenon of age and the aging process but I'm always surprised to discover something I think of as 'not that long...
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