Saturday, June 9, 2012

That’s it, mom! I really am running away this time!
Right, Ira. You’ll get as far as Maude’s house and want to stop and and play rick-shaw hump machine.
Besides, your father will be home tonight and I don’t want to hear about how I’m letting you run around with ratted up floozies. Even if it never stopped him.

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