Am gonna cut this short as I realize the mega drama is beginning in San Fran as we speak, or rather, as I bloviate to no one. Here's hoping 1954's magic is here again! Also, I wanna see that guy who looks like he stepped out of a time warp from a 1968 Bryant/Newtown H.S. game (Tim L...whatsisname). Haven't seen such long stringy hair or such a baby faced beardless look since, well, since you looked like that once upon a time.
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Welcome aboard! I do see the resemblance with Tim Lincecum, especially the pronounced adam apple of my younger self, before said apple was covered with neck fat and multiple chins.
ReplyDeleteHow many chins, Mario?
ReplyDeleteOur first post with 3 coments! Mario lives!
ReplyDeleteSwope, you've revitalized us. That's four now.
ReplyDeleteSorry to be bringing up the REAR, chronologically, but as I am an inveterate ASS man, I trust that you'll let me SLIDE (and besides, thus spake Lawrence of Nigeria to Putney's paramour: "Just 'cause you got a pair o'jugs...don't mean you rule the world!"). Speaking of sliding, why not Greaser's Swope as an alternate title or maybe Greaser's Slope? The much to be feared Slippery Slope comes into view and I'll now throw in with Fred and Ginger by singing "Let's Call the HOLE Thing Off" before I apoplectically start spluttering about "foreplay before we PENETRATE!!!" and you guys have to tsk-tsk lugubriously "He was a nice guy" as you (Jim) slip off my Cartier and you (John) carefully remove my designer frames.
ReplyDeleteThat's now five! To try to catch up, let me quickly suggest re the town of How-many-syllables, Vermont: how about How-many-syllables, Maryland, a quasi homophone?
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