He really is a groovy cat, and such a gentleman, a scholar such an acrobat.
Curse you memory - reminding me of pointless lyrics from the 1970s, but where were you on Friday morning when I had to take my car to the garage? Nowhere, that's where. They had to call me and ask "where's your car?"
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