...Which explains the lumps.
They're into the second round of meetings in re last week's fiasco at work and it looks as if my quart of blame is going to be something I'd not expected. --Not that any of us especially covered ourselves in glory that evening.
Oh, yeah, not merely a heaping helping of Fail, a heaping bowl of improved Fail. And that's all I can say.
CHICAGO RAILROAD FAIR, 1948
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