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Where were these fun mindless mudflaps when I was on the prowl? It’s a rhetorical question, since it’s obvious to me that they had yet to be born. Before you read too much into that, here’s a diversion to contemplate:
What if there were no rhetorical questions?
As the man who adopted the name of poet Dylan Thomas once said, “The answer, my friend, is blowing in the Overnight Open Thread.” –Bob Thomas
Tags: ale, Bob Thomas, mudflaps, Open thread
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