Mondays are tough… but Tuesdays don’t answer any of the big questions either.
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Mondays are tough… but Tuesdays don’t answer any of the big questions either.
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Poor Lowell. Everybody’s raining on his parade…
That isn’t rain, it’s pee from off the fire escape.
Mr. Fluffikins: “Lowell, my dear child, you aren’t even in the center of YOUR OWN plans. Are you? That’s where I belong. Right, Lowell? Right?”
Lowell, walk-on actor #1964 in the play of his life.
I’d say “The honesty of Youth…” But that’s just Paste seeing an easy opportunity…
OY Lowell…wake up and smell the coffee I swear!
did he have even a BRAIN? lol
Poor Lowell. Time to rejoin the raccoon tribe, I guess.
I’ve never been the centre of my own life let alone anyone elses … it always seems as if someone has plugged a Nintendo (NES) controller into me, and is pressing buttons at random!
Paste, master of the sick burn!
I once told my nephew that he was not the most important person in anyone’s life at the moment. His kids were most important to his wife and they were most important to her. They, of course, were most important to him. Sad thing, even before the kids came along, the mother-in-law ranked way ahead of him.
I suspect most men go though life being unimportant. And the ones that consider themselves important turn out to be truly dangerous.
Women, too, of course.
Sorry, she was most important to the kids.
Ran out of Jameson, and brandy does that to me.