Friday, March 3, 2017

Left of West and Coming in a Hurry

No, today's title isn't a reference to my social habits during my wild and wanton youth, but thanks for giving me the benefit of the doubt, Thomas. I mumble and jumble all that I understand of the lyrics to that REM song to be when I'm confronted by confusion and consternation and, in the case of this news tidbit datelined Palm Coast, Florida, topped off with a side order of Do-si-dos and Tagalongs.

All of that for Girl Scout cookies.
I shudder to think about what they would do for a Klondike Bar.
-bill kenny

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