Sunday, November 25, 2007

Sniff, Approximately

Big Weep

I usually have a comment or two every day. EVERY day. Not so today! Bold Jesus, what has gone wrong? Will the planet tilt next and the big yellow-cheese ball plummet out of the sky? I'm worried. I don't care if some of you are dead (I couldn't control it in any case), I just wonder what I'm going to occupy my day with if this keeps up!

This esoteric conceit clumsily conceived by Ron Southern at 10:18 PM
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4 comments:

  1. Loren11/25/2007 10:47 PM

    Ah, sweet silence.

    Meditation is kinda interesting.

    Nothing like the void to get those feelings moving again.

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  2. Ron Southern11/25/2007 10:55 PM

    Ye huff! Whatever that means.

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  3. Cricket11/26/2007 1:08 PM

    Bringing you a tissue to dry your tears, you coot.

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  4. Frustrated Writer11/26/2007 3:23 PM

    I think it is called "the holiday season" and it sucks our time, our wit, and egads, yes, our creativity. Bear through it man!

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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)

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