"I used to think I was a lemon."
When I raised my eyebrows waiting for a response, he smiled, and moved on without an explanation. I still have no idea what he meant, or how serious he was.
Only a few short minutes later he said...
"I wish I had tons of excess money, so I could buy a fallout shelter or missle silo."
Perhaps that's how lemons dream.
Monday, March 1, 2010
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