Unbagging the Cats

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Sunday, December 6, 2015

A Swinging Bridge Hangs Over the River That Runs Through It

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Shortly after I met Hick, I bought my first house. Perhaps you've heard me speak of it. Or read my writing about it. The $17,000 house. ...
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Saturday, December 5, 2015

Val Ham-Handedly Questions The Pony's Effectiveness in Helping Donors During the Recent Blood Drive

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We have established (or at least the ACT interest inventory established) that The Pony is really not all that interested in helping people. ...
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Friday, December 4, 2015

Who Do You Have to Sleep With Around Here to Get a Good Night's Sleep?

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That was not a rhetorical question. And the answer for sure is NOT Hick. My evening of shut-eye last night commenced in the downstairs rec...
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Thursday, December 3, 2015

Something Tells Me He's Gonna Get PEEnalized For That One of These Days

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We picked up the mail this evening and The Pony read me the return addresses. "Here's one from Slate. And one from American Famil...
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Wednesday, December 2, 2015

What We Need Here is a Penetrating Investigation

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Yesterday, I revealed one of my sister the ex-mayor's wife's least-endearing habits. She took a fake-beatin' and kept on cheatin...
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Tuesday, December 1, 2015

My Baby Was Bamboozled!

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It sure gets dark fast in the country. I was without The Pony this evening, him having a previous engagement, accompanied by Hick. I didn...
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Monday, November 30, 2015

Nothing Could Possibly Go Wrong. Right?

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Here is the whole shocking story of Val's first Thanksgiving. It had to simmer on the back burner for a few days. How Val thought her ...
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