Well Damn
or Why My Mother Should Not Empty My Wastebaskets
Before I go any farther, I should probably say that this post has nothing to do with finding used condoms in the trash. There, I said it.
I had found a paper, dated back to the winter of 02-03, entitled "An Incomplete List of Some of the Funniest Ways to Die Laughing." I had intended to copy it here and polish it up a little bit, but I accidentally trashed it earlier. Apparently, Mom also emptied the trash in here earlier for some reason. So the poor post has been lost. :-( I will do my best to recreate it to the best of my ability. Sometime in the near future, anyway.
This new bloggy goodness is going to take some getting used to, but I think I'm going to like it. Ignore any extra commentary-type links.
Note: This is my 100th post! Yay! Too bad it sucked.
or Why My Mother Should Not Empty My Wastebaskets
Before I go any farther, I should probably say that this post has nothing to do with finding used condoms in the trash. There, I said it.
I had found a paper, dated back to the winter of 02-03, entitled "An Incomplete List of Some of the Funniest Ways to Die Laughing." I had intended to copy it here and polish it up a little bit, but I accidentally trashed it earlier. Apparently, Mom also emptied the trash in here earlier for some reason. So the poor post has been lost. :-( I will do my best to recreate it to the best of my ability. Sometime in the near future, anyway.
This new bloggy goodness is going to take some getting used to, but I think I'm going to like it. Ignore any extra commentary-type links.
Note: This is my 100th post! Yay! Too bad it sucked.
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