Week 35 of our regular morning feature here at Friedman of the Plains Worldwide in which we highlight the great words and works of great men and women, as well as those who are insufferable, delusional, and even fictional.
This week Loudon Wainwright III
I was there again in seventy-six; the wife was having a D and C,
But in the end, she couldn't go through with it, so three left: she, and me,
And that little girl who was born there, who escaped that scrape with fate.
A few months ago in Montreal I watched her graduate.
That hospital,
She was born there in that hospital. — That Hospital.
I wonder what "that little girl" who is now a woman thinks about that comment. He sounds like a dick to me.
Damnit, Barry, I was already starting to hum "Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Road" when you stop my in my tracks with the cute picture/video. It makes me feel very immature but hopefully I'll get over it before this week's travel.