Wednesday
6:50 a.m.
A citizen said her neighbor drives around with a can of beer between her legs all the time.
My dad's nickname for me is Hamchuck, which is interesting since I loathe ham (and most other pork products). I offer up this blog of ponderings, recollections, contemplations, and things that amuse me, rarely featuring cured meat products, but often starring little plastic dinosaurs wearing outfits. And dogs.
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Friday, November 25, 2011
Monday, May 24, 2010
Hello!
I was on vacation awhile back with my pal LB and we were walking back from having a beer and picking up dinner to go. I was telling her a story about either my nutty family or my oddball friends and she said, "Dude!" (She sounds like a hobo surfer even though she's a librarian from Connecticut.) "You should write this sh*t down!" At that very moment, I stepped on a cracked old Bic pen that had probably fallen out of someone's garbage in the alleyway we were walking in. I took it to be a sign, so here I am. (I kept the pen, btw.)
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