Uh, oh.
That's one of my buttons.
I can go on and on about that topic. Forever and ever amen. I'm a philosopher, afterall.
Best not to get started. I'll just say this.
There is only one truth.
Akkk. I started. I just can't help myself.
Never mind. Better I tell a story in the life of Bagster. Ready?
So, I get this freepmail last week, right? Somebody I've never conversed with, even in passing but I recognize the name. She invites me to lunch with other FReepers from Fresno, which is where I live.
I says, hells yea. So, tomorrow I'm going to meet up with some fellow freeps and chop it up.
I'll wear my brand new Trump jersey. Maybe fashion some kinda Q out of tape or something just to see what happens. Can you get banned from lunch? Haha.
I wonder if the man himself will be there. They might be trying to check me out. Maybe I'm a special case or something, ya know?
I shall give an after-action report upon my return.
And that, my dear Mardie. Is the truth.
p.s. I would say the name of the FReeper that contacted me, but I don't know the proper etiquette on that.
Bagster