Category: humor
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Bath Or Shower: A Comparison
Remember Gunsmoke? Every week a brand new outlaw, grimy and dusty from the trail, would come riding into Dodge City. He’d glare with silent menace, the womenfolk would raise their skirts and skitter away. Then he’d amble off for a bath. A fully grown, bewhiskered tough guy, soaking in a tin tub with his cowboy…
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Half-baked, a new type of post.
Real, honest-to-goodness ideas are hard to come by, they’re rare as hen’s teeth. Hang on, I shouldn’t speak for everyone, should I? Maybe you get stunning, knee-buckling ideas all the time, regular as clockwork. Not me. Once in a blue moon, an original idea will bloom for an instant, a blink. If I’m lucky and…
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This isn’t fun any more.
Normally an online shopper, I recently made a brief return to in store shopping. Why? Because somewhere along the way, when I wasn’t looking, I gained weight. Enough to bump me up a couple sizes, where I currently teeter between two. So I need to try things on — in a cramped, featureless room with…
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Three o’clock in the morning.
Quiet is something we don’t know until we’re sleepless at three a.m. There’s no hum of traffic, no bustle of commerce, it’s graveyard still. Except in our heads. In there the lights are on and we’re in overtime. Worries niggle like termites, unwanted thoughts set up camp, and where the hell is the Sandman? He’s…
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What’s the opposite of a hoarder?
Me. I am the opposite of a hoarder. Regretful would be another antonym. Illogical. Dumb. Want me to keep going? Improvident. Shortsighted. Over the years I’ve donated, lost, given, and thrown away more stuff than I can remember. At this point I feel lucky to have the barest of essentials still in my possession. My…
the whirly girl 