Read other letters about this article
@ 6:43 & 6:44~
Remember the 9th grade drop-out nixing college desires based on Phy.ed requirements, typing class, music fundamentals, periodic suspensions for smokin' between classes, a flunky at typing, and those necking's behind the locker door reported? Yep. The cafeteria fights were messy.
Neill is still all locked up? Barred.
i'Ting I-Ching @ 9:06 is not 100% honest.
As A. L., The Cheers Guy always fool/sage reminds to say without fail,
Cheers.
Or, 'Just maybe you left something in your pants back pocket that came out in the washing machine? Mommy's wondering what's going on?' Who's is that?
Ya's Not Confusing everybody around this dang joint on a daily basis. Blame Neill and not anyone silly-else.
Neill. You aint so darn stupid as ya's looks.
Neill. Remember when the Lady you were with at the amusement park...[?]...
Neill. She was a pregnant beauty. Her water broke at the top of the Ferris wheel. That was a nice shower. Who will forget that champagne cork pop sound? Wild. Sauvage. Yep.
Cheers.
P.S. Neill, I've two sons, one daughter, and one honest-fun Granddaughter. My year's wish is at this latter age in Life that no one, no one, and not even the devious government agents (hush. too nasty. shush. believe you me. diabolically. slanderous. premeditated. malice. have no respect for their daily aforethought shenanigans. do not respect 'um. character assassinating) blames me for the rolled up round 'rubber' in the washing machine. In the appliance 'washer' there was a wrapped in colorful (cellophane-bingo) ...I get blamed. A loon
tune, plus dishonest,
xylophone Wrap on me!
Forecast: A windy day.
Blusters of snow squalls.