Johnny, having lived with my grandmother for these last nigh-unto twenty-some years without marrying her, and having renovated not just her house, but a number of others that he then sold for profit, endeavored to teach me to play the guitar (and especially, HIS guitar, which he made by hand from a dead log and some leftover catgut), being that he was a natural at music, but alas, being tone deaf, I never did master it - still, I respected their relationship, and understood that getting married, at this late stage in life, would severely curtail their Social Security benefits, and hence their ability to enjoy life even in that backwater part of Florida, where votes are notoriously stolen - one year, back in the 1890’s or some such, the Sheriff had sent TWO wagons with the ballots down to the capital (one was a decoy) to be counted - by various deceptive routes - both of which were hijacked, resulting in a typical FL hanging chad of an election, which we continued to see lo these 120 years later, in albore’s FSSC challange to the Bush victory, thus demonstrating that the more things change, the more that they remain the same, to soon be followed, as I read today, by Hillary’s challenge to the Texas caucus, which will implade the Democratic arguments, and give the rest of us one heck of a laugh - if we can keep a staight face through it all - but won’t help Johnny or grandma one whit, and sure won’t help my guitar picking.
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261 words, all of it nonsense. LOLOLOLOL
Ya, but... 6 of those insidious dash, carry-ons? And I prefer circular links - a la Jack Benny’s better bits (the potato soap bit comes to mind)