I’m pretty sure I’ve quoted this here before, but I read a story in which a fellow remarked that he’d heard early March wasn’t the best (“most salubrious”) season in England. When asked what was, he replied, “Someone told me once that it was August 23, if I recall correctly. But it may have been July 26.”
Good riddance to bad rubbish. Don’t believe the old lies that the Pilgrims sought “freedom of religion”; they sought the freedom to force their cruel and bigoted religion on everybody else.
This reminds me of a supposedly-Russian joke discussing the meaning of happiness. True happiness, the punchline reveals, is when hulking, angry men from the secret police kick down the door of your shabby apartment, and you’re able to tell them (truthfully) that the suspect they’re looking for lives a floor or two below your place.
Yes, a drunk rammed her minivan when Baldo was 10, before the strip began. Baldo and Gracie were in the minivan with her. It’s covered (in a more realistic art style) 2 through 4 April, 2007.
I’m pretty sure I’ve quoted this here before, but I read a story in which a fellow remarked that he’d heard early March wasn’t the best (“most salubrious”) season in England. When asked what was, he replied, “Someone told me once that it was August 23, if I recall correctly. But it may have been July 26.”