The economy is in the stinker, heating costs are up, my hours at work are down. With an impending birthday maybe I’m feeling a little nostalgic.
Remember the “good old days” when having an Oriental (not “Asian”, they were the “good old days” after all) houseboy wasn’t gay?
Like the Green Hornet or Inspector Clouseau.
Or maybe that only works in the non-gay sense if your sidekick’s name is Kato.
No, wait. The Kato thing doesn’t work for O.J.
And speaking of O.J.:
When exactly was the last time I ate corn? About three weeks ago? I just had the big “plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh, what a relief it is”, and there it is. Was that an evacuation or an eviction? (Rimshot plays in the background)
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