They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast.
They can't even agree what meal they are having or when. Just ask Dave.
Talk about putting the fork in fork you.
Relax said the night man we are programmed to receive, you can check out any time you'd like but you can never leave (my old Kentucky home).
-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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