Originally Posted by
Jet Travis
I remember parties at my parents' retirement community. Started 5:30 p.m. Saturday and were over by 7:00. Most people showed up at 4:45 so they could hit the cheeze doodle line early and get out the door before 6:00. Somebody save me from this fate.
Oh, the thrill of having a party every Saturday night, with Cheez Doodles! The luxury of it all!
I'm moving out to the back woods, where the biggest thrill on a Saturday night is to watch the sun go down and the mosquitoes tuck their napkins under their chins, and whet their proboscises
"....you were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread..."
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