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Is there any other chocolate in the world besides Hershey’s? And even if there was, would anyone eat it? Well I might eat it if I found it lying around, I’m not stupid you know. But really, the word Hershey just evokes that beautiful milk chocolate color that certain breeds of mans best friend wear with pride. Jim takes off for six months leaving me in charge of the house and then insults me with an inferior chocolate bar from Switzerland when he comes home. What is the world coming too?
I’ve tried to stay out of politics. I don’t have the faintest clue what this fellow Clinton is doing in the news all the time. I personally have about as much interest in a dog of the opposite sex as I would in running a marathon with my arthritis. Come to think of it, what sex would be the opposite of neuter? Maybe I should suggest neutering to this Mr. Clinton, that would take care of his problems.
I’ve also avoided the stock market. No sir, no ulcers for me. If I think it’s important to save something, I dig a hole and bury it, now that’s a safe place for your money. Personally, I don’t have much use for the green stuff anyway, but I know a lot of you worry about it. If you lost a lot this year, here is some advice, a lot of my neighbors throw away a lot of great things, you might check out your neighbors trash cans. A lot of people put their cans out the night before garbage pickup, so you can root through them. I usually go for the food, but when you spread the stuff out all over the road, its surprising what you find. Who needs stocks when there’s a trash can in front of every house. Hmm! Maybe I should check out Mr. Clinton’s can.
Jim has been telling me about France. I probably have some distant cousins there. I’d like to go. He says dogs are allowed in restaurants and stores. They are supposed to behave and I probably could if I tried. Just imagine, me, sitting in a restaurant, my head on Susan’s lap while she shares a big chunk of steak with me. Those french dogs have it made!
Then, they don’t have enough grass to go around so you can stop and just do it, on the sidewalk that is doodoo it. (There’s a new slogan for Nike - Just do it - on the sidewalk!) Every day the street cleaners come around and pick up the petit chocolade (little chocolate droppings). Jim said they didn’t get there soon enough and he encountered one first hand. Anyway, when I go, I could make friends with a couple of little poodles. I’d tell them about the great chocolate back in America.
I guess I’ve beaten this chocolate thing to death, but I’d like to thank those of you who sent bones (and chocolate covered cookies) during the past year - you know who you are. To the rest of you, remember “Hershey makes the very best .... Chocolate!”
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