And another thing.
Or two.
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Oh, bureaucrats, how DO you do it?
Put on your scarpe d’assaggaire.
But don’t tie the shoes- you might need some room in case any of these wines knock your socks off.
Allons, enfants.
La patrie vous espère.
In preparation for the imminent arrival of our robot overlords
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The semiquincentennial will be good, but I’m holding out for Bastille Day.
The food will be better, anyway.
A reason to leave the house
and get in the car and drive immediately to an air-conditioned location.
I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.
Nothing like disappointment to help define fatherhood.
Luck, be a father Sunday night.
Or a squash blossom.
Oh, Technology, why do you despise us?
I mean, I know why *I* despise us…