For What It's Worth

Needless to say, the ending just won't come. So I've plugged in whatever I could manage to fit, just to be rid of the damned thing. Perhaps something better will suggest itself eventually.

I'm rather pleased with myself that When the Foeman Bares His Steel instantaneously came to my mind, away back when. It's hard to imagine an apter vehicle for comment on the subject of superannuated sex.

. . . Well, I take it back. I've got to figure out how to convert the sucker to a jpeg, 'cause pdf don't wash. Stay tuned, folks!