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.

Monday, March 25, 2002

Dinnertime conversations involving Zen Constructs of Doom (and Somalia), because There Is No Spoon (tm). Furthermore, a gentleman is not a pot, because you use a frying pan to hit people over the head. Or a bottle. Or a chair, but only if it's wooden. And if you're female and over retiring age, you can use your handbag.

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