Belinda, I was just about to be sad. I thought something happened to your dog. Then I read closer; his last name's not Keaton.
Miss Melody, ARE you siding with that skunk smelling, dim witted dog of mine? How big can his brain be? He's been hit by a skunk at least 5 times and once when I was slowly backing up "Christine"(my car) I had felt some resistance, come to find out that resistance was Buster behind the tire. Naturally he hobbled away like the hunch back of Notre Dame.I once read that Buster Keaton was buried with a rosary in one pocket and a deck of cards in the other so as to be ready for either place. Hum....
I hope he (the actor) is too!I also hope Freddy Mercury made it. And right this minute he's singing his heart out with the angels.
Lola, I saw Freddy's pants at the hard rock restaurant in D.C. They were some sort of a silky red jean kind of thing. He was very skinny and tall. I heard that in real life he was painfully shy but when on stage he would come out of his shell so to speak.I hope he made it too. I would think that dying and suffering from the ill effects of AIDS would have worked off some purgatory time. It will be fascinating to see who did and didn't make it don't you think?I wonder about Elvis, and about a thousand other people. I also wonder if some presumed Saints did in fact go the other way.
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