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, August 03, 2004

I wonder what work would be like without me screaming "Bastard!" at the top of my lungs at least once a day.

Could be worse. I could be shouting "Motherfucking bitch-bastard". I only do that once a week, tops, and then only when the boss isn't in the office.

Coming soon from Brolga Publishing, Zen and the Art of Swearing Your Head Off.

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