Noisy agreement? Na…
People try to explain things away somehow and whenever they say things like “I tried it but I didn’t inhale” you know it’s gotta be a big load of tuna sauce or something. So maybe we could just say we didn’t absorb anything, or we could say we were distracted and forgot to notice it when/if that there funny smoke had any effect or not, back then. We do not feel like pointing out that we do not wish to revisit the idea now (at our age) but we’ll say so if we have to. None of that for us (now, we’re grown up) like when we were bad young people. We shouldn’t have been so youngly foolish, but we were. aDarn. Drat. Carp. Cat crap.
Well anyway, enough of these dark oaths.
Listen to the history of the yesteryears. Or something. First, listen to this music, then go through the turnstile and see the main part of the story having no thread. Whatever this bit of pointlessness should be called, the part I really wanted you to notice is not here in the obvious section where the quick look would find it. It’s just “over” there, further back. You know, where the real action is. That (of course) makes this unreal. That’s just like “neural” and it reminds me of Lauren. Doggone if only I’d actually gotten to know her. Then I could really miss her, instead of thinking that I do.
Obviously, I like to imagine my own misery. (Pretty dumb, huh?)
So anyway, ten more songs, five per hand. So predictable, so untrainable, this old man…
So there they are, all ten-of-em (toe)!
and, as promised, without further ado (like this),
we have our music and lovely laughing (whom all) etc yada yadda yabba dabba doooooo!¤ ¤