Tuesday, September 22, 2026

"What did your scab say?"

  "Why?" 
  "Well, that's probably what got published." 
  "From the mouth of babes." 
  "Where'd you all come from?" 
  "Derbyland." 
  "Paducah?" 
  "Paducah.  Must've been." 


  "Planeloads." 
  "Of those?" 
  "Disguised as us." 
  "At least (i)on paper(i)." 




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