had a sense of irony with his encrusted skull. This is 4,295 levels of ridiculous. I don't care how much money you have. (Let's hear it for dead media: I spotted the coke holder in my daily paper. The print edition.) This, however, has style.
A k a Regina Schrambling, I write once a week at the base camp but come across things between Sundays that are worth sharing. I suspect my emailing list is plumb tuckered out from clicking on everything I send around, though. And so I’ve sold my soul to the Google.
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