And then there's that cloud up in the sky. Just the one, with that guy sitting on it. Can't be right. Can't be.
And what happens if the knot in the end of the universe lets go and all the air zoops out of it? Will the whole thing go whizzing around, and end up on the carpet, in the corner of some living-room floor like a lost, wrinkled, useless, discarded foreskin? I guess that would put an end to futures trading wouldn't it? I don't care either, but my cat says he knows. And isn't talking.
As high school reunions go, it wasn't that bad — all the corpses were fresh this time.
Bananas don't make good babysitters. Found out the hard way on that one, for sure.
Double mermaid fireball. Saw one once.
Eating poison is not a good way to die, but it is quick, in case you need to be somewhere later on.
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Me? Wouldn't know, wouldn't tell.
Etc...
so says eff: sporadic spurts of grade eff distraction
definitions: outdoor terms
fiyh: dave's little guide to ultralight backpacking stoves
boyb: dave's little guide to backpacks
snorpy bits: nibbling away at your sanity
last seen receding: missives from a certain mobile homer
noseyjoe: purposefully poking my proboscis into technicals
