Yesterday I found a fork in the road (actually parking lot), so I took it......over to the trash and discarded it. Really!
History story: My grandfather initially road with Pancho Villa and my father told the story how after a day's ride, they ended up in a barn, resting. They were passing around a jug of tequila, sipping away. My grandfather related that he noticed something tickling his lip every time he tipped it up. Out of curiosity he peered into the jug to see what it was. No doubt the others were too boracho to notice that there was a dead mouse in it!
Until next time, neighbors
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