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I just had a brain dropping.
Isn't it interesting that we're all born naked, but when we die, they usually bury us with clothes on? We go out of this world with more than we had when we came into it.
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Here's mine: Bald eagles are jerks.
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#3
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Here's one from a dream last night: One should never tip a stripper with a handful of mixed nuts.
I made that remark to Puna. It seriously bothers me that Raffers are starting to appear in my dreams. |
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Well obviously. Strippers prefer cash-ews.
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Gesundheit.
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I've made it well known that I am to be buried naked (open casket, please), with a cigar in my mouth and a bottle of Bombay Sapphire by my side. And wearing sunglasses.
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If things work out the wayI'm hoping, I'll drop dead from a heart attack right after I lose my shirt in a poker game. But I imagine the soilent green machine won't care either way.
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:: makes note never to go to McDonalds agains ::
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I want to die in my sleep like my Grandpa. Not screaming in terror like everyone else in his car.
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