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asked. "Uh, y'know, they're all good." The name "Francis" popped into my head. "Which St. Francis?" she asked. I could only think of Assissi, but she told me his spleen was sold

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Leaving the ejaculating mime behind we next made our way to the Via d' Dolor. Each side of the street was lined with shops selling authentic relics. "That's a lot of finger bones."

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The problem with calling it a Death Star is that it really only sells one message. Its lethality overshadows all the positive aspects of a mobile planetoid sized space station.

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A reminder that noting I fold here is autobiographical. I've never been to Arcturus IV with a Vesuvian Armada at my beck & call. I made these Vesuvian gold backscratchers in rehab.

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I was looking at myself 30 years ago. I made sure not to be seen myself. My second suicide attempt had gotten me kicked out of the service. Good riddance. They got their pound of

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I found out I was going to need my passport to go to Canada. I've been going to Canada all my life and I never needed a passport before. Times change. The dispensary would need it.

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When the mime was asked "What do you have to say in your defense for this heinous crime?", he said nothing. They put him in an invisible box for 30 days. Meanwhile back on Oak St.,

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I never saw her, Jennifer, whatever, again." "Is that it?" "Yeah. That is my Jennifer story." "But we don't even know if her name was Jennifer?" At an impasse 2 hours later, Waldo

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Then I remembered I was dead. She couldn't hear me. Jennifer. She worked in the title company on the 13th floor. In 3 years working in the same building we had exchanged 23 words.

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, some might say detached, taciturn presence on the team. If Max thought Troy needed to have a pickaxe blow to the skull, by God, that is what he needed. Ann looked down on Troy as