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| April 1, 2008 | Filled under Shorts |
I forgot to tell you about the docent at the museum who insists on pronouncing her title as “doh-sahnt.”
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And they’ve talked on the phone a handful of times. Oguchi called after Sept. 11 to make sure Otto and her family were safe, and Otto reciprocated after the earthquake and tsunami in Japan a little more than a year ago.
Pen pals since 1949 meet up for the first time. So touching.There is no greater happiness for a man than approaching a door at the end of a day knowing someone on the other side of that door is waiting for the sound of his footsteps.
Marriage advice from Ronald Reagan, via Letters of Note
Learn How To Be a Starfucking Superfox!
Sigh. Anybody remember Groupie Central?
32 years ago at 7:22 a.m. Central Time I was born at Presbyterian Hospital in Oklahoma City. Birthdays on a Wednesday suck. I mean, how to celebrate?
RIP Duck Dunn. Hope you’re somewhere in the afterlife rocking out with Otis and Al Jackson. :(
I think we should begin to phoneticize everything in the same fashion. ie: target = tar-zhey, president = pre-zeh-dant.
Why not? Doesn’t it make us sound more intelligent?
Oui!
I am, how you say, blowGEEST? BlowGERH?
Well, not moi. Moi eez zhust a go-go gerhl.
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(I’m le totally stealing that, la Brit)