You Texans, you have no feelings!!! [sobs]
I didn’t feel anything here in Texas.
There’s an old anecdote about John Barrymore, the antique stage actor. He had as usual spent the night drinking, and was told he couldn’t be served any more, so he left the saloon for the one across the street.
It was San Francisco, just as the quake hit.
As the terrain and all about him shook and shimmied, his usual stagger supposedly cancelled it out, and he walked straight to the door of the other saloon.
You Texans, you have no feelings!!! [sobs]
