Growing old disgracefully

By GOD

SHARE MY INDIVIDUAL FRUIT TRIFLE?*

Too late, I ate it all by myself.  Worked my wee socks off by myself too. Between funerals, concerts and furniture assembly, the Professor and I passed like ships in the night.  

*I tried to link with the Karen Dunbar sketch, but it does not appear to be anywhere on the internet, but never mind, I laughed my self silly watching all the others. 

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