Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Pardon me while I have a strange interlude...

What evil lurks in the hearts of men. Hell if I know.

If we don't all kill one another on the way to and from work we may survive until Happy Hour.

Ah, the rinse cycle. Absolution with tonic. It removes the days' barnacles.

I long ago established the following principles with regards to the happy hour ritual:

Rinse Cycle Good.
Spin Cycle not good.
Tumble Dry out of the question.
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Well, those are my principles. If you don't like them I have others.
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I look forward to foisting random mental discharges on unsuspecting readers in the near future.

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