Although I won't be able to spend much time there, I thought I'd drop by the Neil Young Center for the Terminally Screwed and leave them some of my special Prune Juice and Champagne drink ("Dyn-O-Mite!!") and a few oat bran chips and bean dip. They are such dear old souls and I think it's always so good when we can show our elders how much we care. That sweet old Catspaw is especially darling -- remember last year when he tried lighting his, um, flatlence and set the seat of his wheelchair on fire? Then he and Mr. Fielding just HAD to race up and down the corridor humming the theme song to "Chairiots of Fire" -- poor dears, they tried so hard to remember the words. I didn't have the nerve to tell them it never DID have words. They came up with some pretty interesting ones anyway ...

Anyone else have plans to stop in and give the geezers and the morally infirm a little lift?

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