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.

Tuesday, June 11, 2002

I might only sink four balls total in the game, and in fact get the majority of my points from my opponent's fouls, but let no man say I suck at snooker, because I can sink the black from the middle of the table into the corner pocket with a behind-the-back trick shot on one foot.

(Women, of course, can say whatever they like.)

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