Awwwww. Isn’t that sweet? I think that’s Quartermain’s new girlfriend
that writ it.
I really must make a point of sitting down with that gal and reminding her that she is too good for a scoundrel like Quartermain….
When I was a kid my bedroom was right beside the bathroom and I knew I as in deep trouble when Dad went in there with a pack of cigarettes and a paper. Pop was a weird guy - he loved the flyers and ads. Those effing things drive me bonkers but Pop would sit in there, smoking and stinking and perusing the sales.
Mind you I suppose I was no better. I’d go in there to do my business and if I meant business… I took a comic book in with me. The ads I looked at were way better than the ones that mesmerized my dad.
Think those monkeys are still for sale…?