I’m sure most film and TV fans are familiar with Michael Corleone’s “Every time I try to get out, they draaag me back in!” which was also echoed repeatedly in the Sopranos.
As a transplanted naturalized Californian living on the East Coast, I spend a great deal of time wanting to return West, and scheming about possible ways to do it. But then I see stuff like these pictures from the 2006 World Bike Ride in San Francisco, and I’m thinking the inverse:
“Every time I try to go back, they puuush me back out!”
Not the first time, either. . .
But this is worse, because they’re on bicycles.
I’m afraid that’s The End.
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8 responses to “The right to make me vomit, Part II”
I’m afraid that’s The End
actually, its ends like that I’m afraid of…
ok… I’ll stop now….
😉
(I’m SO glad #4 daughter is home from Frisco for the summer!)
Eric,
You could move to San Diego, flyover country on the west coast. Without us between them LA venality would merge with TJ corruption. 🙂
Hey Allan
It’s not like San Diego hasn’t had its own problems lately
:::cough::: Cunningham ::::cough ::: Mt Soledad :::
And to hear my mom-in-law talk, she wouldn’t give a bucket of spit for any of the city council.
😉
I’d move to San Diego! Got a house for sale cheap?
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