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Month: August 2005

But you’re not too blind to read a twenty-minute AIM conversation?

Posted on August 13, 2005April 25, 2022 by KZ

Eva: are you still writing? Kevin: yes and no… Kevin: but mostly no Eva: ?? Kevin: i took a long mental holiday this summer. but i posted something new recently. care to read a rant? http://kevzster.blogspot.com Eva: oh no, i can’t Eva: sorry….i can’t handle reading from comp screens anymore Eva: i think i’m going…

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Trust Me, I Can Wait

Posted on August 2, 2005April 25, 2022 by KZ

I don’t understand why so many parents insist on taking their infant children out to theaters to watch grownup movies. Parents who attempt to lead normal lives while simultaneously caring for their babies are doomed to fail miserably. If you’re responsible for a an infant child, and you have no way of finding a babysitter,…

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As the Americans were waiting to move on, an altercation broke out in their rear-most rank. An American had muttered something which a guard did not like. The guard knew English, and he hauled the American out of ranks, knocked him down. The American was astonished. He stood up shakily, spitting blood. He'd had two teeth knocked out. He had meant no harm by what he'd said, evidently, had no idea that the guard would hear and understand. "Why me?" he asked the guard. The guard shoved him back into ranks. "Vy you? Vy anybody?" he said.~Kurt VonnegutSource: Slaughterhouse-Five
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