It was a bad day. A lot of bad stuff happened. And I'd love to forget it all. But I don't. Not ever. Because this is what I do. Every time, every day, every second, this: On five, we're bringing down the government.
Thursday, November 27
Happy Turkey Day To All
'Ceptin the turkeys, I s'pose.
'Ceptin the turkeys, I s'pose.
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Thursday, November 06
Echoes
There's a Railway Street in Baulkham Hills.
Which is odd because there isn't a railway in Baulkham Hills.
But there was, once.
There's a Railway Street in Baulkham Hills.
Which is odd because there isn't a railway in Baulkham Hills.
But there was, once.
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Wednesday, November 05
Oh Well
America survived Carter; it will survive Obama.
Of course, the rest of the world almost didn't survive Carter, and as to that, well, tough luck to the rest of the world.
America survived Carter; it will survive Obama.
Of course, the rest of the world almost didn't survive Carter, and as to that, well, tough luck to the rest of the world.
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