Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Saturday, February 23, 2002

Me: I'm still a little tipsy.
G: i'm very tipsy i had the last beer (not including the one that gavan open then resealed
Me: you cvan reseal a bear?
G: no
Me: I'm just going to leave that sentence as the work of drunken art that it is.

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