Sunday, December 03, 2006
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You can't learn joie de vivre. Nor can you bribe Luck in the back of an alley with a fistful of twenties.
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- Jamie
- Atlanta, Georgia, United States
- I'm putting down my pen and picking up my sword.
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8 comments:
Uh-oh. Did office husband file a restraining order?
Yikes!
That is so unfair. I have filled out several police reports over the years. Sometimes they are funny, like when you have to give a statement proving witness to those 14 year old shits smoking on the playground and not wanting to buy your $20 bottles of fine Schlitz Malt Liqour.
I'll come out of bloggy retirement if you tell us more.
Yes!! Write some more! We need Chuck out of retirement!
And I'm curious, too!
(Hope you're OK, though.)
It's not a very good story, maybe I can think of way to present it less boring than it really is.
Just throw in a hooker with a heart of gold, some random gunfire, and a transcontinental cock fighting ring brought down by a loose cannon in the Belgian mafia. Then again, I would rather hear a boring story where everyone was okay much more than a thrill ride where Jamie has to do time in the pokey.
chuckie, how about instead of cock fighting, just pooping? i saw the concept on "my name is earl" last week and loved it!
you bet on the numbered square where they'll poop next.
I think the Belgian mafia has better things to do than break up a poopy roulette game.
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