Just home from a Key West to Los Angeles road trip. 2,908 miles. Me, one 70 year old "daffy" yet lovable former hippie chick, three small, yappy type dogs, a broken radio and one CD. I don't remember what the CD was.
One story, then I shall never speak of it again:
"Hmmm, that cloud is shaped like a beagle at his writing desk, with a tennis racket and a candle. That one like a bear in liederhosen on a tractor. Ooo, and that one looks like labia."
I can't begin to describe how my head felt just then. Oh, perhaps you felt it too. I've bathed. A lot.
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