Rememble the Great Depression? Neither do I. So… get edumacatered. Do it NOW. If you hate this kind of financial stuff, SUFFER THROUGH IT… and watch all the way through— Because we donut HAVE TO LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN.
WE NEED TO BE PREPARED, as in, BE (A)WARE.
WE CAN STOP IT —BEFORE— IT CAUSES ANOTHER TERRIBLE “DEPRESSION.” And that whole thing about “owning nothing and being “happy...” Even the “rich.” I donut want to smed no more cat excrement from Klown Schlob…
Just WATCH this, and then Woof It, too. y’all. WOOF. WOOOOF!!!
Thank you for this, Frances!
HOLD FAST. WOOF. RE-WOOF.
And then, SEND LAWYERS, GUNS, and BACON.
And donut forget to Chant: “Emaho, penno, penno, soha!”
Forget the lawyers, but bacon and guns are a must.
Woof, woof woof.
I have been singing Emaho penno penno soha as I ride my mobility scooter through this village. It puts a big grin on my face and that has an effect on other road users. Then I imagine my chant reaching the whole solar system, which is very nice. Buoyed by this today, I went the whole hog and imagined my chant reaching the entire galaxy and then, just to be really bold, I sang to the entire universe. Needless to say, I did not raise my voice to do this (I didn't want to look totally bat-shit crazy!) but I worked on the premise that a British butterfly's wing beat affects the weather in Timbuktu. Satisfied that I had told the entire Universe that it was marvellous and beneficial, I terminated my benediction with a long drawn out 'soha' as I pulled into the spa car park with a sudden burst of warm sunshine lighting up the whole valley viewed from that high spot.
You will be pleased to hear that I am improving my fitness in leaps and bounds at the spa so I am setting a new goal. I want to get fit enough to walk there by the summer. Emaho penno penno soha! 😍