We are getting a smattering of rain.
[Why not send him to live with Uncle Randall for a while? After he’s all straightened out, I can swing by your place to drop him off the next time I’m in nearby Minnesota when the statute of limitations has expired on that nasty civil court business that took place back in 2017!]
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Er, um, I just remembered how busy I am, so I won’t be able to help out at all. Bye!
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Haven’t you heard?
“It Never Rains In Southern California” by Albert Hammond, 1972.
LYRICS:
Got on board a west-bound 747
Didn't think before deciding what to do
Oh, that talk of opportunities
TV breaks, the movies
Rang true, sure rang true
Seems it never rains in Southern California
Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California
But girls, don't they warn ya
It pours, man, it pours
I'm out of work, I'm out of my head
Out of self-respect, I'm out of bread
I'm underloved, I'm underfed, I wanna go home
It never rains in California
But girls, don't they warn ya
It pours, man it pours
Will you tell the folks back home I nearly made it?
Had offers, but don't know which one to take
Please don't tell them how you found me
Don't tell them how you found me
Gimme a break, give me a break
Seems it never rains in southern California
Seems I've often heard this kind of talk before
It never rains in California
But girls, don't they warn ya
It pours, man it pours
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