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.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

Sometimes the problem with being sick is that one (or at least this one) starts having strange thoughts, like, "I wonder what this inanely grinning Medicare fellow would do if I suddenly pulled out two sawn-off shotguns and started getting all Tarantino."

And then thinking that the biggest problem with this hypothetical is that I don't actually have two sawn-off shotguns.

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