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Yeah, I know. But I like the breeze, and it keeps the bugs out.
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- Photopunk
- It's Like Rain on Your Wedding Day
- Pimp My Quiet Time
- Why Literacy Is Important
- A Putative "Peeb" Panders Parodically
- I Will Do as I Please, Kate
- Don't You, Don't You, Don't You, Now?
- Fun for Kids of all Ages
- The Way and the Light and the Medicine Cabinet
- Oh, It's On!
- Here I sit, Broken-Hearted . . .
- Inbox Noir
- But "Wil Wheaton" Doesn't Scan
- Kindergarten Cop
- Of Course, on the Other Hand, the 'Net Won't Give ...
- Freebird!
- Saturday Night's Alright for Writing
- Fatigue Fatigue
- Accountant to the Stars
- If I Was a Sculptor, but Then Again, no . . .
- The Myth of Inbox Zero
- Holy Homonyms, Batman!
- Live Freon or Die
- Sticky Wicket, wot?
- Here Comes a Regular
- Technically, Wouldn't That Be De-Barred?
- The Blue Collar Vote
- This One's (July) 4 You
- One of These Things Is Not Like the Others
- "Vanity" May Not Be Quite the Right Word
- Caveat Rocker
- On the #!*% Road
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1 comment:
from the superlatively articulate commuter guy, dressed to the nines in his five-digit ride on his way to a most high-class place (city or cod, no matter), a concise rant on the state of the world. that cracked me up.
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