I am an evil giraffe. Who no longer blogs about politics.
Dentist Song, Little Shop of Horrors
I have seen that movie only one time. It was September 9, 1990. I was in a hotel room at the London Lodge in Oakland, California right on Broadway. All I had with me were the clothes on my back and an issue of Asimov’s. The next day I got on a plane for the first time and landed in sunny San Diego for three months of intense instruction on how to be a basic rifleman in the U.S.M.C.
Funny, the things you remember.
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