..and Penn. No idea either, that this was a fellow-who'd-read-Proust, thus could share my barricade Gatling-gun nest, any old revolution.

Feed me, Penn .... Feed-me!
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And then - motorcycles too!
Yeah indeed - the gold-leaf trim line on the distinctive black tank of a certain marque, along with just its stark Name on the sides - were hand applied and shellacked. Left alone and just occasionally waxed with light buffing, it was permanent. Then there was the occasional fool who didn't grok rubbing compound and.. and..

Pity I don't fly in zoos with brown-shirt attendants or, I'd like that autoexec thingy too. Maybe omit the final line. Since when is a nonspecific COUNTDOWN illegal:

why, my boot-virus check gives me the option to ESCape, all the time!
Let the silly buggers argue with Mr. AGV, and try to make a boot-virus check into a ticket to The Inquisition ('specially with my lapel-cam transmitting the hoot to ravenous groupies, ready to post it on Al Geezer-a, The Thinking Curmudgeon Network.



Thanks for a scintillating antidote to the @$%^*#*% maudlin daily doomnews!

I think maybe.. 'stead of feeding me bandoliers - we make use of his Rugged Individualism - he gets to zig-zag across the intersection and bring more supplies.

I mean, if I got winged or somethin - spect he'd say - Hey, it's Your Problem. What is this, a Welfare State? Hire someone..

Oh well :-/