There I was, trying to toast some crumbs of stale bread for my supper. The rat-chewed wiring shorted out, and — once again — the west wing of the Mansion went up in flames. The firemen arrived in the nick of time to quench the blaze. But in a panic I ran outside without my shirt on, and those damn paparazzi who hang out at the gates caught me like THIS.
I really must cut down on those bowls of Lucky Charms.
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I am particularly enamoured of the wife-beater tan lines.
Might I suggest formal dining attire from this point forward?
Every time I think of the Lauderdale Library being licked by flames, I keep picturing the final scene in The Name of the Rose.
At the intersection of Vance and Lauderdale is Mount Nebo Baptist Church. Think they serve lucky charms there on St. Patricks Day.