

The beginning of nothing to do
I’m a little old hoot owl
Hootin’ in the trees
‘Cause I ain’t got no little gal owl fowl
Here to shoot the breeze
Uuuh
Can’t shoot no breeze with a bunch of trees
(Johnny Mercer et Gene de Paul, Lonesome Polecat)
There is something so sensual about forensic autopsy, isn’t there?
Pa’ used to say : “Love is kind of like the measles : you only get it once ; the older you are the tougher it goes. “
Go ahead and scratch;
Nice state of affair, a man who has to indulge his vices by proxy