Thursday, March 19, 2009

When one of us dies...

'When one of us dies, I'm going to go and live in the South of France.'
Well, I think this is way funnier than does George.  He is ten years older than I, but I remind him that his people live for feckin' ever, as the Irish say.  Mine not so much.  

(P. S.: For my purposes, I would change 'South of France' for 'Baja, California, Sur')

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