...is that the only sense of urgency ever expressed by officials on all levels was the furtive nature which they cover their own asses.
But I'm fighting a summer cold and am perfectly miserable at the moment. The only highlight of my week came when I heard on the radio twice The Sugarhill Gang's "Rapper's Delight," which, I'm poud to say I still know all of the words--to the long version no less.
I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast, but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast.
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