I'm going to St. Louis today for work. I'll be back tomorrow. I keep trying to write a post about how nothing will have changed because Jazz, a female dog... from which springs the original meaning of the term "son of a bitch," will be here. But I just can't do it.
So insert your own joke here, if you want.
In the meantime, I've got to fly. I mean get ready to fly. The actual flying will come later. (And boy will my arms be tired.)
Speaking of tired...
(Thank you and good night! I'll be here all week. Tip your waiter. Drive safely.)
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Insert joke here...
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It's okay to say she's a bitch. She's unreasonably proud of it. I should be packing right now. But, I'm not.
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