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"Frankly, I don't give a damn."
The knife came down, missing him by inches,
and he took off.
"God bless us, everyone!"
"So long, and thanks for all the fish."
"There's no place like home!"
"Well, I'm back," he said.
"Go the F*** to sleep."
“Now vee may perhaps to begin. Yes?”
The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years.
All was well.
"Yes," I said, "Isn't it pretty to think so?"
zymosan: an insoluble largely poly-saccharide
fraction of yeast cell walls.
And they all lived happily ever after.
Before Rand Paul was even a twinkle in Ron Paul's eye (much less a bong-toting frat boy), men — famous, important, successful men — were part of a select, semi-secret possibly even ancient brotherhood of those who sought the guidance and wisdom of the Aqua Buddha. Men of such caliber* as Burgess Meredith, Norman Rockwell and Major George Fielding Eliot.** They, as so many before them and not much more than a handful since, have followed the Aqua Buddha's path to roused circulation and braced skin, the kind everyone enjoys looking at.
** Look him up in wikipedia; do I have to do everything?
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"Ncell, a subsidiary of Swedish telecom company TeliaSonera, announced Friday that they have set up seven 3G base stations in the Everest region, allowing climbers and trekkers to access wireless Internet and make video calls..."
Top Seven Texts from the Top of Mt. Everest:
1) I CN C UR HOUS FRM HEAR!
5) NOT MUCH. U?
3) THIS FONE'S GPS SUX
4) IM ON TOP OF WORLD, MA!
6) HOLD N, HAVE OTHER CALL
7) K, HOW DO WE GT DOWN?
The Zombie Also Rises
By Ernest Hemingway (with additional material by L.K. Peterson)
We sat outside at the little cafe near the Plaza del Toros. We sat, Alexi and me, and watched for zombies. The cafe had run out of sangria and was serving ouzo that someone had left there the summer before. It was good ouzo. Damn good. The summer before had not been good. The summer before had been terrible. The summer before had been when the zombies came. I wondered if whoever had left the ouzo was now a zombie. I wondered if he would come back for his ouzo. I wondered if, as he approached us, he would mutter "ouzo" instead of "brains" and, if he did, should we give him some before we shot him. Just then the waiter, an old man, pale and stooped, with deep-set, dark-circled eyes shuffled toward us. He was a good waiter. Damn good. Alexi, drunk on ouzo (and before that, drunk on sangria) looked at the waiter, lifted his pistol and shot him between the eyes. "Goddam zombies," he said, almost to himself. I should have reminded him that all of the cafe's waiters looked like that, but they weren't all zombies and if he didn't stop shooting them between the eyes we would have to get our own ouzo. But I didn't. I was too busy thinking about drinking ouzo that had once belonged to a zombie. Still, it was a good shot. Damn good.
Other Titles in This Series:
The Naked & the Undead
Remembrance of Zombies Past
Winnie-the-Pooh and Zombies Too
Eat Brains, Pray, Love
Are You There God? It's Us, Zombies
Rich Dad, Zombie Dad
We were shocked by the recent announcement that the comic strip Little Orphan Annie would no longer be running in newspapers' funny pages. This was mostly because we had no idea that Little Orphan Annie had still been running on newspapers' funny pages.
Something else we didn't know was that in the last decades of the 20th century, there were several attempts at updating the strip to make it trendier and more appealing to a younger demographic. Thankfully most of these efforts were short-lived and quickly forgotten. Somebody, however, forget to burn every last copy of a rare, bound collection of these makeovers, and we got hold of it.
Seen here is Annie in the mid-70s; an awkward and embarrassing era for pretty much everybody, historic comic characters especially. The kindest thing you can say about this version is that at least the long sideburns Daddy Warbucks had for a while and Sandy's hippie-dog red bandana are gone.