Dinner Time

Doris made spaghetti for dinner tonight. There isn't much ol' Irv enjoys more than a nice plate of spaghetti and meatballs - so long as the sauce doesn't have a pronounced oregano taste. Oregano is like brylcreem, a little dab'll do ya. In my book at least.

I remember this one fella in grade school who probably went through a tube of brylcreem a week, easy. Curt was his name, and he was the first kid at my school to get a DA. No good punk son of a bitch, he was, even at that age. I heard he ended up moving to California and getting involved with those beatnik, hippie losers in San Francisco. Probably joined a cult or something. What a waste of life.