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Oh, I forgot to mention the latest union thing. Someone brought a sign-up sheet around last week for some kind of demonstration that they're planning for later this month. The sheet had columns with the headings, "Name," "I will be arrested," and "Date."

Exsqueeze me? Baking powder?

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What is WRONG with people who won't return telephone calls? I mean, shit, I'm kind of bad about that at home, but I call people back at work, by dog--if only because I don't want people calling me back later when they're pissed off. Get the bastards out of your hair and be done with it, I always say. It figures that I'm out of step, though.

I should always remember Heller's First Rule: People are fucked.

Now reading:

I'm on the cockfighting chapter right now.

Image stolen from amazon.com. Nyeeuuh! ;)

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Whoa, I'll be thirty-one in two weeks. Good thing it's not another multiple of five. Thirty and, for some reason, especially twenty-five messed with my head. Maybe I'll start skipping those ones.

word to ya mutha

Do you ever start thinking about a particular word and you think about it and think about it and the word keeps seeming weirder and weirder and you end up questioning whether you really know what it means? Or if it's a word at all?

Does anyone know what I'm talking about?