First Blaine didn’t get the County Executive spot, and then Jan became the Queen and she took away the free parking, and then I lost my keys. I could tell. It was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad year.
The charter government was hard, and we couldn’t figure out Robert’s Rules and who even knows what to do with the budget without Blaine there to say what is happening. It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad year.
Bud Otis became the Council President, and he keeps voting with the Democrats, and they overturned the English Only Ordinance. They looked at Paul Smith’s letter and decided to start over with the Monrovia Town Center. I think I am going to move to Costa Rica.
The Scientologists could not win a historical designation and everyone keeps calling me about the overdoses and Xenu is mad about No Narconon at Trout Run.
Jerry Donald was mean to me. He said is a burrito English? He said sharing a microphone with me is like sharing a steak with a pit bull. He said I was the expert about everything, but I know he didn’t mean it. I told Blaine I am moving to Costa Rica.
I keep abstaining, the locals keep complaining, we aren’t even going to get a new canyon, and they won’t make Blaine’s girlfriend part of our staff.
Blaine says some years are like that. Even in Costa Rica.