Originally posted by Tarmac
He kept that splintered pen as kind of a lucky charm until the day he died.
That was... what... about four days later?
I have a friend, Fred, who owned a filling station in Fresno. One Friday, he and his fiance, Phyllis, (who had fabulous, fake.... feeders) were fondled by four felons from Fargo. Fred was forelorn, Phyllis was fine.