One suppon a time
March 29, 2005
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I member when me an two a my brothers were walkin home late one night an we found ourself in a graveyard. Lookit here, said Dave — this guy lived to he was 87 years old. Huh, I said. I seen a grave a minute ago had a guy who lived till he was 95. Stevie called us over and said here’s a guy who was 250 years old! What was his name, I asked. Lemme see, said Stevie, lighting a match — oh, yeah, here it is: His name was Miles, from Detroit.
(My brother Steve was almost complaining that my posts have been a little too erudite lately).