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« on: April 16, 2007, 08:50:46 PM » |
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« Reply #1 on: April 28, 2007, 12:36:26 AM » |
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I only knew Harold because the break of his pants was a little too long for the shoe, and tended to drag dirt behind. He was here for the funeral, naturally, but I didn't want to look at him in the face: He was my...
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« Reply #2 on: April 30, 2007, 02:18:47 PM » |
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... only direct link to Professor Russell whose death-bed grin turned up a bit at the corners the moment after I recognized the once familiar dirt dragging...
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« Reply #3 on: May 02, 2007, 12:22:41 AM » |
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...gait, as he dipped right, lurched abruptly upward left; teetered thus, stone sober, into the church with ..
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« Reply #4 on: May 02, 2007, 10:35:18 AM » |
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...gait, as he dipped right, lurched abruptly upward left; teetered thus, stone sober, into the church with ..
..out his pants. What the hell? he muttered, as the preacher reached down and grabbed his... |
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"What I wouldn't give for a large sock with horse manure in it."
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« Reply #5 on: May 02, 2007, 01:22:54 PM » |
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... thigh scratching lavender robe.
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« Reply #6 on: May 02, 2007, 02:45:22 PM » |
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"Help a brother out, Father.", he cried.
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« Reply #7 on: May 03, 2007, 12:47:29 AM » |
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... That was when the preacher, gathering his robes, nodded me to continue my studious meditation over the dead man, leaving the two of us, at the casket, alone …
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« Reply #8 on: May 03, 2007, 10:15:47 AM » |
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with a twelve pack of beer and somw sweet, sweet Columbian blow....
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« Reply #9 on: May 03, 2007, 11:52:55 AM » |
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yet utterly helpless, as our old friend, clearly deranged, pulled from his person ...
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« Reply #10 on: May 03, 2007, 01:15:45 PM » |
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coffin. We were surprised at the action of our friend, seeing as he was dead, but...
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« Reply #11 on: May 03, 2007, 01:36:38 PM » |
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sons of no one; bastards of young....
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« Reply #12 on: May 03, 2007, 01:42:58 PM » |
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virgins openly weeping over unrequited....
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"The '93 Yankees, the '68 Yankees...This 2008 team carries the same aura and mystique as the best non-playoff-qualifying Yankee teams of all time."
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« Reply #13 on: May 04, 2007, 06:27:49 AM » |
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"You think I would open it in your presence, sir? What, pray tell, do you expect?"
"NO ONE expects a kind of....
Spanish Inquisition," Russell quoted, and grabbed the blow from my right hand and did whatever it is blow users do to use blow...* *Note to self. Ask someone about this. Also confirm that blow is what I think it is before sending in man uscript. |
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« Reply #14 on: May 04, 2007, 08:07:19 AM » |
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"You can expect major delays on the southbound freeway this morning...", Harold awoke in a foggy stupor and looked around the darkened room as the unfamiliar voice from the clock radio continued to report on the congestion and lane closures of various highways and streets the names of which he did not recognize.
He slowly climbed out of the bed and gingerly reached for the lavender drapes...
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