heard a comedian back in the ‘80’s do a bit about having “mashed buh-daydahs” on Thanksgiving. It was then I realized it wasn’t all a dream.
I've lost a lot of the tempo and audables, except ... I still pahk my cah.
There's a few uthahz ... I'll occasionally confess I cahn't do something, or invite a lady friend in the bahthtub with me.
I'm an interloper now, when I go back.