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I’m stuck in New Orelans with my wife and eight young ladies (it’s my daughter’s birthday celebration). First stop: Urban Outfitters. So far, I’ve found only one shirt worth anything in the whole store.
Go Speed Racer, Go.
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I bought the DVDs.
Speed Racer
is a
really
corny show. My brother and I never missed it when it was on afternoons in the 70s.
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But there’s a STAR WARS label on the shirt...
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That fantasy was going great until I read “daughter’s”. Oh well.
I say nine of those. And pick one up for me while you’re at it.
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Mixed metaphor? Perhaps we need a translation.
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Every fantasy is someone’s daughter.
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He has an X-Wing helmet.
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You’ve gone above my pay grade.
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Egad! You’re right!
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Ugh. Thanks for that.