The horse is dead. Long live the horse.

Monday, December 24, 2007

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Having the Monk around helps me to not send messages that I would normally send. I was all set to send off the following, castigating a reckless friend of ours, but she stopped me from doing something that would probably wound too deeply a sensitive soul. So instead, I'm sending the diverted missage to you, dear sweet interthing.

Dear _______. You lose at driving. We recommend either putting your make-up on before driving to church OR keeping the liquor for special times at home by the fire. Following these rules will keep you in your lane and out of ours. Cheers.

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