Anybody remember them little squirrel cage, swamp cooler things you rolled up in the back window of the ‘56 Plymouth and drove fast to attempt to cool the air?
Founder
Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools,
Being native burghers of this desert city,
Should in their own confines with forked heads
Have their round haunches gored."
WS
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