The large thing is that I had a witty fricking thing to put in this blag halfway to this restaurant. Torn between a good hamburger and a witty phrase, the burger won out. Forgotten is the witticism.
A critical casualty of haste and waste. Lost is the twist of phrase for the humorous taste. My memory in old age lost. Hard hit and maced.
1 comment:
I don't get it.
Are you saying you lost your wits... again?
Maybe you were storing them in that polyp the doctors just removed?
(Yes, it almost hurts to be this funny!)
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