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| March 24, 1967 |
I wish someone would send me a coffin through the mail. Honestly, I wouldn't be concerned. It's clearly a leg lamp--a prestigious award. You can tell because of the Italian
fra-gi-le written on it.
"It's a gift from Uncle Ed!" Uh-oh. It's Aunt Myrtle.
What is Gladys saying about you? Is it just "Brutus went to work today. He really doesn't like his job but he's been doing it for 20 years and makes good money so it'd be stupid to try to find something else, right?" or is it "Brutus is such a loser. He calls himself a born loser but sometimes I think he wants to lose because of some weird psychological need. He's seeing a therapist but we all know that isn't going to help." The first scenario isn't bad. But that second scenario...
