Antique Roadshow is in town. I stop in. Why not? I tell them I’ve got something that’s going to knock their argyle socks off. Lincoln’s bedpan. His actual bedpan. That he peed in while president. Circa 1867. Like a golden apple that’s tumbled down the family tree. He puts on his bifocals, turns it over
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The news is such a drag; all this negative talk about the credit crunch and increasing job loss. I, on the other hand, make pink lemonade from pink slips. Here are five positives to being unemployed that you might’ve overlooked. 1. Becoming Bill Murray Ever watch Groundhog Day and thought, “Hey, wouldn’t it be cool
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It was then that I realized why they had called her “Sausage Toes” in High school. I hadn’t noticed them before, when they had been hidden away from the world in her undersized Chuck Taylors. She had this way of sitting with her legs awkwardly stacked on top of each other, her feet extended straight
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Welcome to the November 2008 issue of Defenestration. By reading this instead of other publications, you’re garuanteed to decrease your carbon footprint by nearly two shoe sizes! (Andrew and Eileen and Genevieve asked me to write that joke. They said, “Hey, Bigfoot, you should do a carbon footprint joke, on account of ‘carbon footprint’ being something
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It was in the early evening in the bustling town of Virginia City, Nevada, when the Angel of Temperance, or to use her real name, Constance P. Trolpers, began her rounds. She was a passionate woman, full of vigor, vim and anger at the treacherous sins of alcohol. Every night since the American Temperance Society
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