This Is Drivel

Category: story time

  • vaxed to the max

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    Here’s how I know the anti-vaxxers are full of shit: I got shots every week when I was a kid. Every. Single. Week. Or at least, that’s how I remember it. This was all part of the 1960’s optimism that medical science would someday wipe all disease off the face of the earth. Our teachers… Read.

  • a yard sale

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    And on the eighth day they awoke, and the morning from the dawn unto noon they spent amidst the harvest of their home, threshing the grain from the chaff, and the woman of the house did ask unto the man: “How much for the novelty candles, d’you think?” And the man answereth: “I dunno. A… Read.

  • ringer

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    One of my previous employers made me exercise three times a week. I would literally be violating a federal law if I didn’t exercise as directed. Think about that when you’re complaining about all the things your boss makes you do. Sometimes I was allowed to exercise on my own. If the weather was good,… Read.

  • hairy

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    My hair’s quite long now, although when I say “quite long,” I mean it’s grown past the top of my collar in back, covers my ears, and hangs in my eyes if I don’t comb it back. That’s as long as I’ve ever worn it in my life.  I used to wear it about as… Read.

  • sunshine

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    Here’s a weird confession, and it’s weird not because it’s going to shock anybody or change the history of the world; it’s weird because it’s hardly a confession at all. I really like the songs of KC and the Sunshine Band. I don’t like them so much that I ever bought any of their records,… Read.

  • a memory hole

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    [The management wishes to inform you that this drivel was originally posted on September 28, 2008. We beg your indulgence to repost it mostly so B can rub my face in it.] We went to the Black Horse auction north of DeForest and planned to spend pretty much all day there. Haven’t done that for… Read.

  • insanity

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    I ate a whole package of Oreos once, just to see if I could. Which was silly. Of course I could. Anybody could. The question is, should you? And the answer is, not unless you like feeling sick as a dog for the rest of the day. I don’t, but it’s not like that’s the… Read.

  • silly

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    Hello, boys and girls! Welcome! Welcome to Story Time with Unkle Knuckles. Gather round and I’ll tell you the story of how Silly Putty came to be banned from our Christmas stockings. Ready? Let’s begin. This would’ve been so many years ago that Sean was still a toddler and Tim was no more than a… Read.

  • the wanderer

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    My family lived in Green Bay until about 1967 in a little two-bedroom rental at 819 South Roosevelt Street. (Happily, the house is still there.) How I still recall that useless piece of trivia is one of those mysteries of memory that no one will ever explain to me so that it makes sense. Although… Read.

  • toboggan

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    For a couple years, my family lived in Marquette, in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. It snows there fourteen months out of the year, so everybody knew how to catch fish by cutting a hole in the ice, and every family owned at least one toboggan. I just love that word. I could say it… Read.

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