for all of 2023, we're
moving from a walkscore 95 to 0
and i'm gonna miss running pleasant
little errands of the type
for which this worksman was
designed. back on the
job, i tried disabling the genie lift's
piercing beeper
and i think i found the right wire 'cause
disconnecting it set off an even more
obnoxious alarm. resigned, i spent
my third day in the
bucket. it's
like being on a boat, gave me
sea legs.
despite being whupped, i made it out
to
joketellers union with
dave and
andy,
the story of how i missed my chance
two
recent alabama transplants who
had
to see Prince play a secret after hours show many
never met.
SRO, we took turns sharing
the
years ago. it was put to a vote and i won the prize
of
last two
barstools. when it was my time
to
skeleton candy (that was too cute to eat). waiting
for the
stand, the floor seemed to
heave under me.
bus, i read the lost
pet posters: desperate-acting
cat and a dog
for the audience
participation segment, i
told
with an identity crisis.
i hope like me they find their way home.
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