"Pooh, promise you won't forget about me, ever. Not even when I'm a hundred." Pooh thought for a little. "How old shall I be then?" "Ninety-nine." Pooh nodded. "I promise," he said.
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This blog was created to share my days with those who may or may not give a damn. It's also a spot for me to look back upon, when the time comes that I can't remember one wacky thing I've done all day...'cause life's good now that I've retired. "I've got nothing to do and all day to do it."
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