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by Vanderleun on October 30, 2017

Where pretty dreams go when they die.

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Schill MacGuffin October 30, 2017, 1:46 PM

The best sort of humor — allowing some of us to laugh at themselves, while others laugh at them.

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Casey Klahn October 30, 2017, 2:08 PM

Start a go fund me; I’ll contribute. Seattle, Portland, San Jose, Santa Fe, Detroit, baltimore. Bubble wrap the whole magilla.

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Monty James October 30, 2017, 4:35 PM

Funny, but also sad to watch. A brief glimpse of when SNL wasn’t all straight Left propaganda.

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Rob De Witt October 30, 2017, 8:36 PM

Actually, funny but also astonishing to watch. “The last time SNL wasn’t all straight Left propaganda” was well over 20 years ago.

This vid, IIRC, is from last year. It’s almost like the writers noticed something outside their bubble.

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BillH October 31, 2017, 8:02 AM

Never felt I had missed anything by never having seen even a snippet of Saturday Night Live (which I presume this is). Watched a minute or so of that video. Still don’t feel I’ve missed missed anything by never having seen even a snippet of Saturday Night Live (until now).

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Gordon October 31, 2017, 10:43 AM

Once in a while, BillH, they have a moment. This video is one of them.

Casey, Santa Fe . . . Well, yeah. But it’s one of those places where the worlds collide, too. I was doing a job there a couple of years ago in a hardware store. In the parking lot was a shack, about 8 x 8. It had electricity, but not water; that was hauled in and out. Inside was a grandmother who made burritos. The menu was in Spanish, she didn’t speak English, but I speak burrito, so we communicated. It was made from parts of the cow most people don’t think about, delicious and cost $3.50. A few hours later, about 5 p.m., I was unloading the car in the hotel parking lot. A coyote trotted by, five feet from me, giving me a “How you doin'” look.

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