Let me die with clean socks on!

What a helluva deal!

The other day, some dame mentioned that her present boyfriend is worried that he could die because of the dreaded COVID-19.

What the hell could I say?

"Tell him he ain't got time to die!" I suggested.

The best advice I ever heard - and it now pertains to coronavirus - was barked at us by an old Korean War veteran in basic training.

"Don't bunch up, you (&^$%@*$) knuckleheads. One mortar round will get you all!"

It certainly is relevant to staying six feet apart. Soon, your present wife will say, "You can sleep out on the couch, chump!"

These are not the best of times.

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