End Of Story

Last night, just out of curiosity, I unblocked The Princess’s email address and sent her a message telling her that anything she has to say can be said via email. She replied a few minutes ago: The old man is dead.

We’re going to pop a cork on a bottle of champagne this evening. One down, one to go.

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8 thoughts on “End Of Story

    1. happierheathen Post author

      thanks?

      😀

      We survived, and outlived the old bastard. Congratulations are in order even if it’s somehow socially questionable to celebrate the demise of a rat bastard piece of shit.

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  1. whyzat

    This not the beginning of the end, but the end of the beginning. Or something like that. Sorry, Bobby K. for misappropriating your words (or was it JFK?)

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  2. theinfiniterally

    I should think it’s nobody’s business how you note the passing. I’m glad you have one less thing in the world to sweat. PS I’ve never tasted bad champagne, but I’m not picky!

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