My baby, Ruth, snickers when I tell her I plan to go to Mars. She says, “Oh Henry, stop being silly." But my friends and I, the Three Musketeers as we like to be called, have been offered a big Payday, over 100 Grand each, to go. I am not the Zero I once was, and my friends don’t act like Goobers anymore. We are real Smarties now and we all want to make Mounds of money. So, when it’s Crunch time, we will blast off into the Milky Way. We are all a little scared, but we are not content to Nestle in this land of Milk and Honey when we can be in Orbit. So we are off to make a mint and have some Chuckles too. When we get back, we should be able to live on 5th Avenue if we want to. We will not have all the money in the world, but we might qualify as a Junior Mint once we get those…Whatchamacallit…Oh yea, endorsements. So Twixt then and now, wish us Good and Plenty of luck too.
2007-10-12
01:30:50
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