In the time of the overflowing rivers. In the midst of daddy-o’s posse. In good with the Pontiff. In spite of having a third nipple. Instead of Deedee, why not me? In the meantime, Barney waxes his ivory statue of Rosy Grier. In an age when love is held in the highest esteem, Glen falls for a pony. In a minute. In a sec. In a bit. In the next life, I’ll be rich.
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