So that makes this news seem both weird and oddly special to me.
George Carlin is forever swimming in my lake.
Also, I forgot to mention that we found the Brady Bunch house.
What happens when two people drag three cats and a dog across the country in an attempt to become TV writers?
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Somehow, that gate makes me feel a part of my childhood is dead. Even though I hated Brady Bunch back then.
Or maybe they've chained cousin Oliver in the basement and don't want him getting far. It's a tossup.
I've knee boarded in Spofford Lake, I now want to go back and do it again and get a little ash on me.
First, George Carlin and now Bernie Mac. Why is God taking all the funny people???
Next time you're in Beantown, let me know so we can hang out.
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