There have been so many things I wanted to post recently, and I just never get a chance. Here are a few quickies.
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My wife was reading something to Molly, our 7-year old, that included the word "rheumatism." Betsy asked Molly if she knew what that word meant. Molly very proudly said, "Sure. It means having to do with being in your room."
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Saw the following license plate on a FedEx delivery truck: PLZNOTKT
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Boris Yeltsin died today. He always was so sickly, I just assumed he was already dead.
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I now know two people who have seen, on separate occasions, a man in Penn Station wearing a pink tutu.
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A couple of weeks ago there were news reports that Keith Richards had reportedly snorted a mix of cocaine and the ashes of his dead father's cremated remains. It was later denied by his publicist, but not before Richards mentioned that he was on the "Most Likely To Die" list for 10 years and was annoyed that he was taken off. Why does none of this surprise me?
More when I think of it.
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