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The good Doctor, well she tends to keep normal type hours.

As for me,
I like the night life, I like to boogie,
and I like to watch “My Name is Earl”,
which comes on at midnight,
and there are two episodes,
so how can I possibly go to bed early?

I must admit, I have quite a
crush on Joy, Earl’s ex-wife,
but she’s trouble so I am
considering moving my crush
to the Spanish stripper/maid
who’s name I can’t remember
right now, but I really like her.

Catalina,
oh Catalina,
that’s her name.

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Friends, Romans, Countrymen give me some ideas on good blogs to read.

I like the blogs,
but I am finding it
hard to navigate them.
It’s kind of like wandering
around an apartment
complex without numbers
on the doors.

So if you have a favorite,
or have seen something
cool, come on and give me
a hot tip on what to read.

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Ever feel like your life is some kind of indie film?

The kind of film that takes place in some
small town, maybe in Texas, the kind of
town that’s hundreds of miles from nowhere,
with one cheap hotel, maybe a bar or
restaurant. You and your girl had an old Cadillac,
but it broke down a few days back, so you robbed
a liquor store while she painted her toe nails
sitting at the bus stop. The robbery goes bad
and you wind up shooting the cashier at the liquor
store and for your troubles you only get seventy-eight
dollars and sixty-three cents, so on the way out you grab
two bottles of gatorade and fill your pockets with bubble gum,
but then turn around and run back to grab her a couple of
Nestle white chocolate crunch bars.
You get back to the bus stop, the clouds seem to be racing
across the sky, tumble weeds blow across the dirt highway,
as she smiles when she see you with the gatorade.
You pull the chocolate bars out of your pocket,
and she carefully claps her hands in excitement.
Neither of you mention the robbery,
and you certainly never told her about the cashier.
She eats the chocolate the and you
nervously shuffle a deck of cards until the bus
arrives. The sky catches fire on the horizon as
you look up to see Dennis Hopper is your bus driver.

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