
What happened, Petula??

"Busted flat on Nicollet, waitin' for a train... I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans..." Actually they were brand new acid-washed Nieman Marcus and some bum spilled a latte on me! Can you believe that?! (Kris Kristofferson actually wrote that song. You know, famous actor, Big Top Pee Wee, etc., etc...)

Remember when they used to hire art majors to design window displays and pay them a lot of money? What the HELL is THAT?!

Hey, it's Market Day on the mall today. I thought about picking up a big nasty stinky peeled turnip to bring up to my doctors's office while I wait for the Allergy & Asthsma specialist but I couldn't find one that didn't look like a weapon and I thought I would get in trouble.
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