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I'm going away for a week or so for a thought experiment. I will probably return, if the peyote wears off.
| From the man-eating Pythagoras Rex to history's Boogertree Washington, nothing's more fun than planning your child's home school curriculum. |
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| "Never trust a woman with a high butt." -- my father-in-law. |
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| http://twitpic.com/9df9 - Sorry to get all serious here, but the two lead headlines of my local paper say the apocalypse is upon us. |
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| Having a mind so disorganized you can't write a decent analogy is like meatball gasoline honk-honk-honk toothbrush. |
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| I just refused to give my ZIP code to the clerk at the Gap outlet store. How's that for throwing a huge fuck you to The Man? |
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| Thinking of analogies is a lot like...um, well...it's, like, hard. |
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| Brand-new camouflage pants just bled all over the laundry and now I can't find my washing machine. |
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| The Killers keep following MGMT when I listen to iTunes at work. COINCIDENCE? |
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| Maybe it's the debilitating overdose of Kefir talking, but right now I can't get over the linguistic interplay of "colon" & "colonization." |
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| 1st line: "With one deft stroke he turned herpes into heroes." Main character: Either a copyeditor or a monarchy-toppling cocksman-cum-spy. |
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| Final season of The Wire: I can stomach the torture, dirty cops, and grotesque murders. But an Executive Editor who's a fatuous blowhard? |
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| Tonight marks the opener of Lasagna Season, which will this year be played in a specially made uniform with extra elastic in the waistband. |
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| Many co-workers out; I'm keeping things normal by sending myself 100s of emails & having my kid call every 15 mins to ask how to go potty. |
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| I've eaten so much fried food this weekend, the fat in my ass could power a biodiesel pickup truck from here to Toledo and back again. |
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| Things I found out about through twitter: Obama's VP pick, Sopranos' finale, Bernie Mac's death, widespread nerd obsession w/ hobo vaginas. |
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| At the State Fair. Unrelated: I practically shared a naked pickle on a stick with local newscaster Esme Murphy. |
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| Your smiles smell like typos. |
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| I need a break from being indomitable. |
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| Waiting at the bus stop w/ 8 cans of beer in a brown paper bag. And a beard. And, probably, B.O. Unrelated: Can somebody bum me a transfer? |
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