As I was working in the yard over the weekend, it occurred to me that it was strange that Selma apparently was never able to provide a warm, flat rock for Jub-jub until she fell in love with Troy McClure. To wit:
"But Selma, baby, don't you have everything you've always wanted here...<list 'o things>..., a warm, flat rock for Jub-jub?"
How very strange.
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