Friday, August 25, 2006

IT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU RUN OUT OF YOUR SELECTION OF WORDS

Blog number thirty-three.  Please do not look at the archives.  They are resting and I don't want anything to disturb them.  Thank you.

I was reading the previous blog and it reminded me of something. 

At Christmas time one year, the telly people were interviewing "the man on the street," asking them what they wanted for Christmas.  Some wanted fancy autos, some certain adult toys, but every bum they asked, and I think there were three of them, each said, "I would like to see my family."

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