Don ask me.
“Missed me barely. But what me barely were doing out there, I’ll never know.”
“Dream big™ or go home and collect unemployment.”
And that’s the other shoe dropping like a lead anvil.
That’s what ALL old geezers say to keep you from believing the truth. Run, Wallace! Run!
Skritchies and jelly. Can’t get better than that.
Porky Polite, one of the nicest people you could ever meet. So beloved, his hometown named a street after him. The “Polite Way.”
“Honesty. Check. So, nothing in Sales, Public Relations or Management.”
Everyone: “Hey, he was right, it did kill him. Yay!”
Yeah, we’re all Red State. We’re doomed.
Mom: “Leave the boy alone. I’m making my famous tuna casserole, and somebody has to finish it all off. Don’t you, Miles?”
“Missed me barely. But what me barely were doing out there, I’ll never know.”