You betcha. I worked my way through college playing in the band.
inside. Jim, you are getting yourself in deeper than a porcuswine in a
I finished the juice, put my glass down, lifted my eyebrows
thats Barry Moyd Shlepper. He wrote a pop musical a couple of years
Thats all I see
his gray robe.
Admiral-I do admire you, I said, standing and turning to the intent
Working on the engines, in the engine room,
for quite awhile. I turned and waved at my statue-like audience.
message from him, just a few words, theca contact was lost again. He
tied to the post. No shirt.