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THE DAILY GROANER - April 19, 2017

Good Morning Groanies,

Since I was a kid I've been known to talk in my sleep and the other night I was gabbing again... so I was told.

Stacy said she woke up and heard me making noises. She thought that I was talking to her. She asked me if I was okay, but I didn't answer. She asked again, "Are you okay?" this time a bit louder.

Then, out of the blue, I said, "I'm a fan of nachos and harmonicas. But you can keep the pleated pants."

I don't know what I was dreaming about or thinking about, or even if I was dreaming or thinking, you never can tell with me, but at least I didn't say something like, "I like the way angora feels against my skin...", or " the neighbor's baby offered me a cigarette...", or "the toaster still owes me 12 bucks", and so on.

Hey, talk is cheap. And, right now, it's all I can afford.

Groaningly yours,

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