Yeah, but your promise (... not to call assholes, assholes.) still leaves a fertile field ... like ... "What about us fucking idiots?" ... he asked with a wry smile.
Aw, c'mon, Phil. Grin. You didn't expect me to pass up and opportunity like that, did you?
Seriously, and with no double entendre, I think your closing sentence is the most important. People who act like idiots paint a very clear picture of themselves. Let them do it. Then we can all laugh at them.
Hey! I used to spend a lot of time in your neck of the woods. Well, actually, a little further north, I think. I used to load cornish game hens at the cold storage in Harrisonburg twice a month and deliver them to groceries in California. 'Course, that was a while back. 81 was just a gleam in Eisenhower's eye. I usually went over the hill to 42 and down to Clifton Forge and then west. It was a good time.
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