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Monthly Archives: March 2011
Qaddafi Ducklings
Mere doormen last week, my fleets of mercenaries wear plastic sandals. Chits for house and car await you in Tripoli— name your sons Muammar.
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Mirth
That Stanley was born in Germany is killing me and my brother. We double over while Mom hoses manure out of her woody.
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