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When she asked, "What kind of idiot are you?" it took me a while to realize it wasn't a Facebook quiz.
It's fun when he leaps on the bed in the morning and licks my face until I get up and feed him. Still, it's time to put grandpa in a home.
"Roxxxy," the world's most sophisticated talking sex robot has a $7,000 price tag. The silent version is $57,900.
Our local park is full of humans with plastic bags over their hands, waiting for dogs to poop. I think that would make Darwin sad.
It's in this hour before church that I thank God for the parking space I'm about to get at the mall.
The long-missing finger of Galileo has turned up Italy. This means I now have no idea whose severed finger I've been keeping.
Twitter can revive a feeling I got often when in the newspaper business. That one when the presses are running and THEN you spot the typo.
I worry that if Oprah fades from the limelight, we'll never know how much she weighs at any given moment.
Turns out Secret Santa is a well-known gift tradition and NOT the old guy at the mall who put me on his lap and said, "Don't tell your mom."
If I have this hacking cough one more day, I'm either going to shoot myself or issue another pointless ultimatum.
The great thing about the new Favstar leaderboard is that now I'm only MAYBE a social-media douchebag.
With Twitter frozen in time right now, I'm walking around and touching each of you inappropriately. (You'll laugh later.)
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