Ed (GreennNice), for some reason you remind me of Don Quixote. (in a good way)
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I was hoping more for R-rango, but, OK, Donny sounds cool.
--Don Quixote-- I've always had a darko place in my heart for that guy
Just kidding, I've never met Senor Quixote, but the book does sound fascinatingly original .
Well then, good pick, sir Zere, that there then would be green me.
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Nice, Zere, thanks kindly , you kindred spirit ole bloat
--hey, just a-wonderin, is that car peel off from that ugly red fiberglass body on it now to something cool , like , for instance, a gto.
----hey, zere, just thinking and writing at the same time, (scary thought, eh), but were you like Christmas Carol movie kid who was sitting up on top of Santas's lap. I'll paraphrase:
Santa: little boy, AND what do you want for Christmas , little boy?
Peter Billingsley, 10 years old, then is thinking to self, 'oh what do I say, I know what I want but he'll get mad like everyone else I've told. I just can't say it. No. No. No.'
Peter B.: I want a red fire engine, Santa.
Santa: Ok, good choice, I am sure you will get that. Now down (the slide) you go.
Peter, talking to self again, is at the top of the slide, thinking, and, suddenly turns around as he pushes off and turns around grasping the top of the slide, staring at Santa and shouting:
Peter B.: SANTA, what I really want is a Little Red Rider single shot bb gun with pump action and a hair trigger.'
Peter B. , on his belly, stretched out on the slide, then shows a sheepish, happy-face grin to Santa, awaiting his approval...
Santa then repeats the same words Peter's mom and dad said to their boy...
Santa: You'll shoot your eye out, kid.
Then Santa , using the heel of one of his big, black, boots, pushes Peter B. down the slide.
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I say all that for this, zere. If you were Peter B. would you have turned around last second and looked up to Santa and said, 'I want a replica GTO with full-built suspension and a life-like .351 engine under the hood.'
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