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Friday, November 28, 2003

Balls.
Holes.
Constantly gripping and stroking their sticks.
Straddling to aim better at the hole.

I'm talking about billiards, you ninnies.
Get your minds out of the gutter.
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Tricia, tell your sister I got her autograph from the yummy Corey Duel. I tried to coach him into spelling her name right. All to no avail. And also, please tell her: "Yes, that really is his penmanship. I couldn't do anything about that either."

Ethel, our Mika came within butt-grabbing distance several times today.
I was able to restrain myself.
Build me a monument.

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