The time is 1991, and I flew to Montréal to meet up with a buddy. I was so proud of myself, because Montréal was so cool, and I busted out whatever 1991 dollars for beautiful tortoise Ray-Ban Wayfarers. Put them on in the cab to the hotel, and never saw them again. Left them in the cab, and well – they were gone. For the last 10 years, I have survived on Dollar store, and Marshalls sunglasses, and still have them all. Geeze, now I am p***d all over again. But much wiser.
Just a question about the story line. I remember they had to put Farley down, and got a new dog afterwards. Has something changed with this rounds of reruns??
Our front seatbelt was my mother’s arm.