Why do I need a Marshall? Let’s not bring the law into this. That would make it Marshall law. Then, you gotta worry about the pussy commitatus act, and then we’re back to herding cats. And the cats, they still sound the same.....”Meow. Meow.” I herd a lot of cats in the back yard at night. One of them plays the trombone.
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Actually I am a product of the Marshall Plan...
So.....you’re a law man’s kid. I am the product of The Martini Plan. My Dad gave my Mom three martinis and planned for some fun. You shoulda seen his face when he got me as part of the plan. He called me his “Little Martini Mistake”. After me, he wouldn’t let Mom drink anymore.