My old high school chums, Phil and Kenny, stopped by the Boro on the way to points beyond. Phil hunts alligators for a living, and sells gator-related gear. I was a little surprised that the official vehicle for this manly pursuit is, um, a mini-van. Phil offered that he'd gotten a really good deal on it. Phil is a thrifty fellow, you see. Manly, but thrifty. They got all types in Gator Country.Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Gator Country
My old high school chums, Phil and Kenny, stopped by the Boro on the way to points beyond. Phil hunts alligators for a living, and sells gator-related gear. I was a little surprised that the official vehicle for this manly pursuit is, um, a mini-van. Phil offered that he'd gotten a really good deal on it. Phil is a thrifty fellow, you see. Manly, but thrifty. They got all types in Gator Country.
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Funny, never needed "gator related gear," but ...
Well, sure. Not in Denver.
Oh, those Prairie Gators can be quite a challenge, let me tell you.
Very like landsharks, I'd venture.
Landsharks? Those are only in South Florida as the former Joe Robbie stadium is now, Landshark Stadium and Jimmy Buffett changed the lyrics to Fins to promote the Dolphins games at Landshark Stadium. Hey Jimmy, can you say sell-out? Of course you can, though you'll never have to say it again in conjunction with a concert ... loser!
Jimmy's got a few of his Uncle Warren's sentiments regarding money, sounds like. Still a little short of Unka's Benjamin count, though.
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