tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4618997697479936854.post3292232602763417934..comments2022-07-15T07:03:31.042-04:00Comments on The Very Small Paintings of David Oleski: King Oscar Flat AnchoviesDavid Oleskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03896449609384074032noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4618997697479936854.post-79743044791488332332008-03-27T23:17:00.000-04:002008-03-27T23:17:00.000-04:00Anchovies.....anchovies.The miner looked back at h...Anchovies.....anchovies.<BR/><BR/>The miner looked back at his mule. Ya know, last time we were lost out here in this dag-nab desert, all you could say was , water, water.<BR/><BR/>Uhhhh, yeah, said the mule, but since then I developed a taste for Mrs. Oleski's damn fine salad dressing.<BR/><BR/>Sheesh, said the miner, the answers the same. Patience little ass. <BR/><BR/>As he muttered along he said to himself, I think I heard something about that Harrington feller having some new horse stuff coming along soon. Might be time to trade in this dang mule. Who really likes anchovies anywho?<BR/><BR/>Just tryin' to misdirect the narrative. He, he. Feel free to NOT publish.Richard C. Harringtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09550964271703152768noreply@blogger.com