August is done. Kaput. Finito. I don't really care for August. The month of August. It's hot and other than trump getting indicted along with a host of trump minions, well August tends to drag on in an almost meaningless and trite manner. Today will mark the "end of summer and the start of fall" and you might want to start your Xmas shopping. Retailers all across our bedeviled America will thank you profusely. I think there's only three months and three weeks UNTIL Xmas so break out your old credit cards and spend like there's only about three months and three weeks until Xmas. Oh yeah. Now I'll segue way over to Friday's machine art and let the Labor Day weekend commence to commencing. Hollywood's writers and actors won't be doing any Labor Day crap-o-la, they're on strike. It just sucks when you've been pampered and catered to and then and then...the gravy train jumps the track. I can just picture Brad Pitt eating cold beans out the can...
shamba la -
blossoms -
derby (darby?) -
fred -
thingy -
maga -
Hollywood's really big celebrities don't have a care nor a debt in the world. why just Thursday Oprah came out the woodwork partnered up with the "Rock" and this new power couple are raising money for Lahaina, Maui. Lahaina, Maui is part of Hawaii. 😐
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