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July 3, 1965 |
Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb. I hope the war goes on forever and Calvin gets drafted.
What's his shirt say? "Fly Your Flag!"? "View Your Meat!"?
I love that Brutus is late and Gladys just immediately thinks he went out to imbibe in some spirits or something. Brutus doesn't need Mardi Gras as an excuse to drink.