They made it simple and clear.
But somehow along that dotted line, everything went pear shaped. We're sitting back, eyebrows raised, just waiting a while, really wondering what's next this time.
Nope, not my thing.
We shake our heads, close the door, light it up and try heading down the long road south. The predictability is hilarious. Disappointment in many forms.
I thought I saw my old brown shoe, but when asked, I yelled : "That ain't mine!".
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