Something goes here about the nights and days of getting older. It is one thing to be out of touch; to a certain degree that has nothing to do with age, and, on occasion, a matter not so much pride as relief. Still, though, I happened to find a piece of information interesting, but my daughter informs me that Spider Man soup has apparently always been a thing.
To the other, nothing ever begins.
It occurs to me to wonder just what the worst game in NFL history would be.
No reason. Just wondering.
So, when you react before the punch line ….
I mean, I get that it’s a bad total. Eighty-something to two hundred eighty-something. But you said, “Oh, my gosh!” before the second number. You knew the number would be “bad” to some degree, so you reacted.
I guess it’s my problem: I really don’t get it.
B.D.'s Last Refuge 