ego that!

I am curious, Do you do these coffee shop sketches on a tablet?

I do these the old-fashioned way

I really want to know what's in the locker. I bet it's astoundingly important. It will change the world as we know it. I hope yizzer ready, is all I'm saying.

its a good day to go out on the frozen lake and throw some stinkeyes around

Too much Roger-thating will give a Roger-thater hairy palms.

Top entertainment, this blog.

A locker, huh. Oh dear. Newsweek yesterday said that our diplomat in Algiers, who is really the head of that CIA, has been charged with drug rape of two women. He went to school here in our town. Oh dear.

Couldn't make that up. All in the article. Except nothing about a locker.

ya see, what tha?? only one word can bring havok..
but thats the fun.

Because the word "charged" can be so ambiguous, I should change it to "under investigation for."

I know a guy named Roger Thaht. You sure they weren't just talking to him?

Thanks, Research. The world is really a very simple place, isn't it?
What is it that I am hoping to find? It's just that they lock lockers, and that excludes me from knowing what's behind the DOOR, and that is something I cannot--not stand!

Maybe I caught a S. American fever from that Kinkajou. Once I found her next door in their kitchen, having emptied out all the cabinets, and the owner had nailed the other doors shut with six-inch nails, and was standing there helpless with the hammer in his hand.

Her favorite food was beer; she could smell one a block away.

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Rennie does jump about...Usually if you have your card files, and delete her last line, you can find a seguewayity.

Oh, that MM.

Somehow I missed the redeeming factor in my own true story. Here was an older man who lived in a nice house next to a three story apartment building, where unbeknownst to him, lived a young woman who had had an unorthodox childhood, also lived in a tent with horses and goats, admired philosophy professors, and been to New York City where she met Bohemians.
Her charming and cute but vigorous little animal no one had seen before, that might bite, invades his well acoutred home, destroying it by the minute. He fetches his six-inch nails and hammer and puts nails into his georgeous woodwork. All instead of bashing the pet's skull with it.
I want his family to know what a wonderful person he must have been.