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Life Is And Then You Die
Once upon a time there was this old dude who was related to me through some obscure, genetic pachinco machine of familial misadventure. He died. Then there was barbecue.
Thanks, man.
Curdling My Milk
If intelligence fails, at the very least, be polite. Right now.the receptionist I’m throwing eye daggers at is being neither. Gawd! She hit the bawl suck trifecta by being hideously less than attractive to boot. Welcome to the shallow end of the gene pool, cranky.