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, December 06, 2003

In the kitchen, the Male wrestles with the fell Olivebread Beast, in a bowl roughly big enough to play football in. Though not, obviously, while the olivebread is in it.

He calls for me. "Oregano!" he shrieks. He omits the "Stat!" but it's there anyway.

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