I used to have a fear of the actor Randolph Scott. I have no idea why, but I'm 99% over it.
I also had a fear of men in those old-fashion white t-shirts. I don't know why, but I'm 98% over it.Randolph Scott in a white t-shirt and I would have probably passed out.
I also used to fear brown paper bags, like those in grocery stores. I'm 95% over that.
Had I ever seen Randolph Scott wearing a white t-shirt carry a brown paper bag I probably would have died on the spot.
I also used to have a fear of chickens. The live ones, not those that come in a bucket. I'm around so few live chickens anymore I don't know if I'm over it or not.
So, Randolph Scott wearing a white t-shirt carry a brown paper bag with a chicken in it would pretty much be my idea of Hell!
3 comments:
Jim
I need more things to waste time on Mondays. I've pretty much finished all the puzzles you kindly brought to my attention. I need something new and just as completely useless.
Actually, with me, it wasn't Randolph Scott, it was Willard Scott.
He still does spook me.
I think reasonable people should sympathize there.
I really enjoy Randolf Scott's old westerns. He lived a nice long life, invested his money wisely, retired living well. He never scared me. Neither did Willard.
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