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2003-01-15
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Booo! Who.
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Tonight�s Entr�eDaSauce was going to be a fluffy little piece about laughter and the net gains to be had by increasing your pile of giggles as part of a well-rounded dad-diet and a fulfilling parenthood. But, no. You see, I made the honest and distracting move of clicking on GolfWidow�s Entry Of The Evening and I agree with her wholeheartedly (and sadly.) Enough, in fact, that I also have far too much bile burbling upward to consider doing justice to something in the light humor (with parables) category. Before I tell you to go read her piece, I�d like to add a single item. **If you were a personage held in high-regard by the general populace and you went to your local Scotland Yard to ask for an assist that included information on a rotten-ass-topic that they are sure to have in their files, for a forthcoming book, wouldn�t they fall all over themselves trying to help? Of course they would.** Her subject used to be on my top five lists in two categories. I now have to add a name I held-dear to the bottom-dweller-statistics. Go read her...�Won'tGetFooledAgainSauce
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Link of the Day: InHonorOfTheWordWankFromGolfWidow |
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Appleseed, John Clute (comments tomorrow...) |
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