My love and appreciation go out to my friend and soul mate as aficianados of the comedy immortals-- Derek Taylor Shayne--racounteur, gourmand, racketeer, somelier, bon vivant, wit extraordinaire, whom I have known both as youth and beardless boy-- he had a split personality--without whose generous assistance this blogsite would not have come into being-- whether this magnanimity confers upon him the status of a Robert Oppenheimer or Werner Von Braun (author of "I Aim for there Stars, But I Usually Hit London")--remains to be seen.
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It's almost sad to hear you heap such compliments on me Desert Son, because you see...I never liked you.
Yeah, but I...!!!
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