You can have it if you want
At auction: “oil on canvas by Muriel A Jackson, framed woodland cottage scene, with witch tentatively walking towards.” Muriel was a strange lass.
Today I bumped into someone I haven’t seen in a while. I asked him how it was going and he said his big brother died last week. He died alone.
“It’s his own fault,” he said, “he was a womanizer his whole life. We think he took up drinking toward the end. And, of course, he was a chain smoker.”
I’m like, “Wait! His life was filled with women and booze and cigarettes and he died at 81 in his own bed in his sleep? Your brother is MY HERO!”
November 25, 2024 — 5:15 pm
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