'"Really!? Like a newborn baby!?" Yep. No hair, no teeth, and I think I just pooped my pants."A senior citizen said to his eighty-year old buddy:'So I...hear you're getting married?''Yep!''Do I know her?''Nope!''This woman, is she good looking?''Not really.''Is she a good cook?''Naw, she can't cook too well.''Does she have lots of money?''Nope! Poor as a church mouse.''Well, then, is she good in bed?''I don't know.''Why in the world do you want to marry her then?''Because she can still drive and. A l'int?rieur dumoule, au coeur de mon plastique, je sentais l'armature du squelette dela poup?e. J'?tais en train de me fixer dessus. Le moule quim'emprisonnait me lib?ra alors, et je crus un moment que j'allais pouvoirbouger. Mais j'essayais en vain. J'?tais comme enfonc? dans une gangue depierre, compl?tement paralys?! J'?tais aveugle, sourd, totalement coup?du monde, et d?sormais en plus, j'?tais enferm? dans l'immobilit?compl?te!Je me senti comme arrach?! Quelque chose me souleva et me. "So when are we leaving exactly?" She asked with a mouthful of steak so it sounded like "Sew wen arr wo weaving eggactwy?" After we eat, I can get us packed and then we're ready to go."Sam nodded.* * *Two hours later, Sam and Freddie were on the road out of Los Angeles. Bound for Phoenix, Arizona. Freddie was driving his car that he bought when he first got down here. It wasn't exactly new. It was a yellow 1977 Chevy Nova. Sam sat in the passenger side."I have to ask. Are you sure that this. Look at me." I can't walkaround here like this. What's everyone going to think?" Clearly, Michael washaving second thoughts about all the changes around him."What's not right, Michael? You're in charge of this department now. So youset all the rules, don't you?" I guess I do." Then there's no problem, right?" Michael nodded still not convinced."Anyway, here's another cup of your favorite brew." Then opening the contentsof a small packet she began to mix them into his cup. "Try this new.