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He certainly seems well bred
We used to go into Denver to some hole-in-the-wall place called “Herb’s” on Market street to watch some friends play in a band on the weekend. It wasn’t called “Herb’s” because of plants like this. And the owner wasn’t named Herb. The owner was a blonde menopausal saxophone player who liked weed. With the new weed laws around here, that’s not quite the counter-culture thing it used to be, eh?
No, but it’s worth cultivating.
Touche!
I hope you caught my new page, hot cross puns. Guaranteed to make you groan.
Holy scha… I’m going to have to ration those.
Those are groaners all right. Clever, though.