“If He Can’t Drive With a Broken Back, at least He Can Polish the Fender”

Ow!

Oops!

Here is the Billy Joel:

 

That (the above) is just a ‘working’ title.

What I reely want to write… is some more ‘autobiographical shit.

(Mostly about Las Vegas)

Yeah, we have been here b4.

Never mind.

Oh! The Billy Joel bit was from this here.

And yes!

I am too stupid to just go ahead and die.

Ya know…

I would make a good president.

Know why?

‘Cause I have been to MacDonald’s.

Look it up.

Ya know…

I have spent too many hours in airports behind Gomers.

Yeah.

Racist.

Gomers.

Behind them.

They smell.

Kuwait?

Baghdad?

Al Asad?

Cairo?

Paris?

Yep!

Waited in line.

Who needs a house out in HaKENsake?

(The below is just a Lenny Bit I threw in—because I could–I possess the technology) It is one of my favorites: “How Hitler Got Started.” Listen if you dare.)

 

 

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