Category: story time
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Dear Donkey
Dear Democratic National Committee: You’re pissing off the independent voters with your telemarketing script. Two of them, anyway. Mister McChuckletrousers called Our Humble O’Bode on behalf of the Democratic National Committee this afternoon and My Darling B picked up the phone on the second ring instead of screening the call as we normally do. We Read.
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tart
On Father’s Day I get to do whatever the hell I want to do, and what I’ve wanted to do all morning is sit in front of my computer monitor in my underwear reading goofy shit off the interwebs. Here’s the first thing that made me laugh out loud: It’s a Star Wars joke, which, Read.
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a tall tale
We took positions at our flip charts and prepared for the first round of participatory exercises at this morning’s leadership seminar. “To let you know when it’s time to change positions, I will make a loud noise,” our instructor, Mary Kate, advised us. Chuckles all around the room. She grinned at us. “It will be Read.
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bauble
It is an ashtray, but I haven’t taken up smoking. It’s an ashtray exactly like one my parents had for years and years. For all I know, Mom might still have it. Or, this might be that very ashtray. I was wandering the aisles of Saint Vincent de Paul’s thrift store on Willy Street when Read.
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dinner with Nazis
Happy birthday to Tim! Happy birthday to Tim! Let’s have supper with Nazis! Wait … supper with Nazis? Nazis. Jackboot-wearing Nazis. Skinheaded, swastikas tattooed on their necks, wearing t-shirts made to look like rock concert souvenirs with the dates of “Hitler’s European Tour” on the back. It was the first time we’d been to a Read.
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