What a wonderful world it once was when Indians and Mastadons could sit around on a Saturday afternoon and drink beer and watch professional bowling on tv.
“What a wonderful world it once was when Indians and Mastadons could sit around on a Saturday afternoon and drink beer and watch professional bowling on tv.”
That was the 1970s, with Chris Shenkel (or whatever his name was). Not too many Indians or Mastadons at that point, though.