Some conspiracy theories, and then, Brit Lit.
I was passing by a convenience store, I opted for a large drink, a lottery ticket, and hotlink. It’s the simple life, and I was going to make a point – when I win, the clerk wants a Corvette. That’s all he wants in life. Me? I was just happy with the ticket, the drink and some food.
The Fandom of the Operator – page 256:
“Apparently there’s a secret underground complex beneath Mornington Crescent tube station. All the booty is there. And all the rest of it….”
Mornington Crescent Station, from my photo archives
Bubba Sean bailed me out of meeting last night, shot out for some quick BBQ and idle chatter which lead to him pontificating about violence (caution: link is not a good one).
I’ve been time tripping between coasts with phone readings mostly dialing in from the Left Coast, which means I was up rather late.
“But Kramer, the 10 PM news isn’t even on yet.”
