Well I don't get it at all. I did get to ask Chatz, but I couldn't just waltz right in like I did earlier I had to sign in with my google account and then it wanted my name and my birthday. I guess I should get into giving it my email and making up a password but not up to it this afternoon.
Hope you are feeling better Beagles and are more up and around a bit. We gotta live like we are never going to die. I do think about death often enough and would be willing to toss that around as a topic for The Institute but not this afternoon.
Coca Cola and potato chips, that's what me and my sisters were given when Barney and Irma dropped by with their kid Tommy and they gave us that magic elixir to keep us from bothering them while they played cards and drank Bacardi's until they got a little giggly. We watched Marvin, the host of Shock Theater showing old timey Frankenstein and Dracula movies, wondering if life ever got any better than this. With the wisdom of age I think that it does, but not a whole lot. We gotta live like we are never going to die.
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