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Poor Mr. Hat. He still needs his. Fur hat, that is. It’s snowing where he is, and he woke up to this. Sez he’s sick and tired of it.
Well, I got something for ya, Mr. Hat, a little Florida sunshine. 73 degrees and a balmy breeze. Whip this:
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Who’s that?
Nice – when’s the next plane?
Is that you Andrea when you were a little younger? Nice.
LOL… No. She’s a gal who was posing for pix when I walked by and asked if I could also take some pix of her. I don’t even know her name!