Sunday, March 18, 2007
'Mork calling Orson'
Dr. ER was not amused awhallago when, as we drove into the Boulder city limits, I uttered the immortal phrase in the headline -- after uttering, at least a half-dozen times, "Bussssccccchhhh," as in the old "Head for the mountains, head for Busch beer" commercials.
:-)
I, on the other hand was not amused on the plane when, from my window seat, I thought, "That window goes, there go my glasses and I'm screwed," blind as a bat as I am, and when I wondered, "Dang that window's small. How am I gonna fit through that sumbuck if I need to get outta here?"
But here we are. :-)
--ER
:-)
I, on the other hand was not amused on the plane when, from my window seat, I thought, "That window goes, there go my glasses and I'm screwed," blind as a bat as I am, and when I wondered, "Dang that window's small. How am I gonna fit through that sumbuck if I need to get outta here?"
But here we are. :-)
--ER
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Harsh?
Don't go around hollaring "Bush" in "Coors" country!
"Dang that window's small. How am I gonna fit through that sumbuck if I need to get outta here?"
Use the damn door like the rest of the pasengers.
Don't go around hollaring "Bush" in "Coors" country!
"Dang that window's small. How am I gonna fit through that sumbuck if I need to get outta here?"
Use the damn door like the rest of the pasengers.
Tis good to see such bright minds think alike, Doc. I thought those same things last night, but given ER's fear of small windows, I decided against giving my input.
Have a Coors on me, ER. I'll send you a check in the mail.
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Have a Coors on me, ER. I'll send you a check in the mail.
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