“One Tocque Over the Line…”

(Thanks to Brewer & Shipley, from the Album “Tarkio Road”)

Some years ago when I was in one of my recurring periods of job-tweeniness, I tried plucking out the two or three gray hairs in my moustache.

Later that day, the thought crept into my single-malt haze that as more I plucked, so nakeder would be my face, till soon I would have lost my moustaches entirely.

I’m afraid if I start using Tocque to cull posters that irk, the universe may turn on me.

There are already times I have a sense I’m all alone here. I post, and then hear nothing but the crickets chirping.

I’m going to go steal some old jokes from a 1960 issue of Boy’s Life.

Wow, you couldn’t publish a magazine with THAT title these days…

Dang. I’ve been working with those solvents too much again today.