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You can take that Golden Ticket and shove it up your ass.
I have a laser beam-like focus on the electronic products I crave, sometimes to the exclusion of good sense...
Pink Floyd, Philly, 1994. Burnt rope wasn't the only thing stinkin' up the air.
Jason Mewes MIA? On the run from the Law Dogs? Who the hell knows?
CPO Sparkey begins his tale of two kids falling in love during the War... It was 1942. A tall lanky Signalman 3C from Beaumont, TX received a bundle of letters from the Home Front while on convoy duty in the Caribbean. Before Pearl Harbor, the signalman had been attending North Texas Teachers College, the first in his family to attend college- the first to graduate High School for that matter.
CPO Sparkey continues... She was born a child of privilege. Her father was rich oilman, her mother a product of the San Antonio social scene. They owned a big house in the posh Highland Park neighborhood of Dallas; their car had Leopard-skin seat coverings.
CPO Sparkey picks up from Part II... The sailor was a writer; he loved the written word. In high school, he was editor of the school’s literary magazine and the yearbook. Of the ten letters his aunt had gotten written for him, he answered only one.
CPO Sparkey continues.. Her marriage turned abusive, and she divorced the man. Eventually some friends helped her find a new job in Houston. So she moved back to Houston and Gulf Oil.
CPO Sparkey concludes his tale of love and marriage in wartime America.
This story is along the lines of the standard tale that begins, "So there I was, at 30,000 ft., with nothing on except the radio." It's mostly true. As Mandrake says, it's another True Exaggeration...
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