I'm so damned sunny lately that I've had barf bag pockets installed on every seat on the bus. They're all yours, free of charge:
Ah, yes! Miss Donna Fargo and I are on the same page today.
And if that isn't bad enough, I get to be escorted from San Antonio to Bandera for Camp Blownstar by all three of the Criplets.
That means that not only will my face be aching from the non-stop smiling I've been doing lately, but my ribs will be killing me from laughter.
Honestly, if I could bottle and sell my recent bubbly happy, I'd make a fortune.
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wish I could be there but my health has grounded me..
PS: don't forget the hat I gave you in Austin!...
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I can't wait! See you in about 72 hours.
Jerry -- That poor "hat" was smashed like a pancake by the nice guys in baggage handling. I'm bringing my Stetson, instead.
Kerrcarto -- Can't wait to see you rowdy boys, as well!
Wait a minute: Bandera? Isn't that the fat farm, er, dude ranch?
Maybe I should go after all....
Yes, we're going to a dude ranch... but you'd better get your reservation in early for NEXT year, because we're sold out for this year.
That's too bad, because you'd love this crazy crowd.
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