A rabbi walks into a bar with a frog on his shoulder. The bartender says, "Hey, where did you get that?" The frog says, "Whaddya mean? We got hundreds of 'em in Brooklyn."
I never remember jokes.
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Random thoughts on all things created and creative. With the added bonus of random thoughts about nothing in particular.
About Me
- Elucidator
- If a thought falls through cyberspace, can anyone hear it? I've got too much time on my hands, and this to show for it.
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2008
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June
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- till Tuesday
- Letter to the President
- Wonderful World
- All Power to the People
- 5 Things I've Learned This Summer
- Jennifer Love Hewitt, We Hardly Knew Ye
- Unsolicited Advice
- Call Me Ishmael
- Big-Ass Book of the Week
- Scoot On
- Porn, 1950
- Robert Francis Kennedy, 1925-1968
- Overheard at Sweet Briar College
- A Bicentennial Minute
- Borscht Belt
- Cead Mile Failte
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2 comments:
You're a woman of few words lately! Of course, they're well-chosen!
I don't laugh at your friends who r definitely,decicively,detached WHOLLY from reality.Don't pick on mine thank u very much.I luv u el.tunsie.tunsie.tunsie
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