Observations & Opinions of Dunwoody events.
Hey, Rick Hodhr, Norse God of Winter, just might need you to pick up my wife, Ms. Pamela Jo, on your ATValkyrie, from the Georgetown Kroger tonight after her shift is over as I sold my Ford Ranger along with its snowplow package some 21 years ago before I left Chicago upon the advice of my real estate agent when she told me that Atlanta never ever gets snow.Can't believe that this wily carpetbagger fell for that coy Southern ploy of never any snow, but I also pleasantly heeded my agent when she explained that when a lady walks through a spiderweb, it means she's about to be kissed.
"'Seest thou not yon cavalier who cometh toward us on a dapple-gray steed, and weareth a golden helmet?' 'What I see,' answered Sancho, 'is nothing but a man on a gray ass like my own, who carries something shiny on his head.' 'Just so,' answered Don Quixote: 'and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino.'"- Miguel de Cervantes
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