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Month: June 2003

Moded

Posted on June 29, 2003February 25, 2022 by KZ

So I was driving in a residential neighborhood while bumping a 2Pac song with my windows down. I pulled my practical family sedan up to an intersection, stopped at the stop sign, and then I felt somebody looking at me. So I looked to my left, and there stood a little boy, no older than…

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Business as Usual

Posted on June 28, 2003February 25, 2022 by KZ

I love it when business people treat me like I’m one of them. Some guy I met at a party last night nearly creamed himself when I told him that I graduated with an accounting degree. Because you see, he and I understand how the economy works, and how the inner mechanics of a company…

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Fast Food Humor

Posted on June 25, 2003February 24, 2022 by KZ

Carlos: FUCKING DAVE THOMAS DIED? Francisco: Yeah dude, like a year ago. Carlos: Man, that sucks. And I loved those frosty chocolate frosty things. What were those called? Nichole: Frosties? Kevin: Yeah, and you know what else? The Hamburglar has colon cancer. Carlos: I hate you.

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Full Circle (Yet Again)

Posted on June 21, 2003February 24, 2022 by KZ

With so many things in life that are perpetually changing, it’s surprising when you rediscover something that never seems to change, no matter how many times you accidentally stumble upon it and toss it aside. Robert Frost laments that “nothing gold can stay,” and I’ve always been inclined to believe him. I still believe the…

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Still, They’re Nifty Shirts

Posted on June 14, 2003February 24, 2022 by KZ

Kevin: wow blogger shirts are only $9 Kevin: should i be lame and get one? Tara: i dunno that’s awfully pathetic Kevin: lol thanks, i can always count on you to fill in for my absent sense of good judgment Tara: =O)

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Bill Door nodded. Of course there had been a mistake. Anyone could see there had been a mistake. He tossed the overalls in a corner and took up the robe of absolute blackness. Well, it had been an experience. And, he had to admit, one that he didn't want to relive. He felt as though a huge weight had been removed. Was that what it was like to be alive? The feeling of darkness dragging you forward? How could they live with it? And yet they did, and even seemed to find enjoyment in it, when surely the only sensible course would be to despair. Amazing. To feel you were a tiny living thing, sandwiched between two cliffs of darkness. How could they stand to be alive?~Terry PratchettSource: Reaper Man
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