New bridge? Preposterous! Remember when I went out on the old St. Charles bridge catwalk and wondred about the feasibility of jumping? How long have "we" had mind reading? 1979? Right Jimmy (Carter)? Charlie never liked you much. I don't either, now. Call the Secret Service! Call them right now! He threatened a pre...what? That's them out there? No way! They gave him what? Nah, you're shittin me. Why did he suspect mind reading?
Because, as usual, I looked down on Main Street and wondered, "Who are those guys?"
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