Sleeping in My Mercedes Benz
Watching little TV, I can't say I've missed the writers. By the time they return the recession will be in full swing.
Perhaps, they will find a new profession like building mud brick adobe houses. Mudslinging is their forte I understand.
Still, my horse is behind my cart.
Israel drafted me before I was able to make money writing. After a few weeks dodging rockets in Lebanon, they made me a truck driver.
My truck is much roomier than a Mercedes.
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