Where do all the old dictators go? Who listens to them as they feebly fight off the forced spoon fed stewed prunes with cries of "No negotiating!"
I think I found the place of their golden sunsets.
And, yes, grandpa, you did have quite a brutal, oppressive regime. Now eat your prunes.
Glory Days, my post today at Aiming Low. Where we set the bar just high enough for you to step over.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
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You + Aiming Low = Perfection.
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Ah, ShaZAAM, as Gomer Pyle used to say. You always leave me beaming..
Deletexo Thank you.