Huzzah! It's starting to clear up, at least for today.
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Gentlemen, what do you think the girl in the yellow sweater at about twenty seconds is saying?
Turn on the close captioning in YouTube and all will be revealed. Cute commercial, though, one I haven't seen before. The looks on the adults' faces are priceless; the kids are alright.
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You can sign me Not A Fan, or No Nascar Ken.
Aw, c'mon; don't be such a fuddy-duddy. There is something delightfully absurd and surreal about the whole situation, very much in keeping with the wacky zeitgeist of Chicago. A couple or three weeks is hardly shutting down Grant Park for "much of the summer."
I was surprised how slowly those cars are expected to be running, with speeds "up to 100 mph." I've done nearly that myself a few times, not saying where or when. Should be a good time, anyhow, with the exception of those with more delicate sensibilities.
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So, what do you guys do at the picnic of Champaign oldsters? Do you sit around and ponder the past or are you conspiring for the future in anticipation of the impending Zombie/Alien Apocalypse? Myself, I am making preparations to completely rebuild civilization. And what's the deal with old farts and hard candy? I have developed an unnatural fondness for Werther's Original caramel hard candies.
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