It’s a cold, hard world
But my bed is soft and warm.
You think that’s a choice?
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In Which We Return to the Old Country
It has been 45 years since I lived in Texas, more than half my life, but my family insists on referring to my occasional returns there as ...
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If you look below this post, you'll see that the last post I put up here on Blogger is a sniffy little tirade about how I will NEVER d... -
Quit bragging. My dear friend drumstick had his 50th birthday this last weekend. 50! Can you imagine? What a baby. I told his wife, Hot... -
So this is mrpeenee's sixth birthday. I have no idea how these things happen. I originally started this whole thing only because I...
Evening yoga class
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Some lady farted
Oh michael, "inevitable." What a fabulous word to work into a haiku, I bow before a master. Baiter.
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