Song in my head: Won’t you slink home, Dick Cheney, won’t you slink home I’ve groaned the whole week long I’ll do the huntin’, honey, I’ll shoot the guests I even wrote this song
Open Thread
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Hosted by a purple sofa. Have a seat and chat.
[*Note:* Liss is currently on hiatus for health reasons. There will be an
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apologies for my absence
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skippy, his co-bloggers and his followers are among my favorite people in
the world. real life has been challenging for me these last few years but i
got m...
Ah, Times, you never fail to disappoint
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I remember when Charles Manson opened the throttle on blowing through
apparent legal limits, often with no clear public explanation for how his
actions ...
More often than not
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This should be the last post here on my own hand-coded pages, and I'll be
delighted to wave good-bye to Echo comments. So, it's off to Blogger, with
a slig...
Milestones of the plague year
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I would be remiss if I allowed another month to go by without mentioning
one of life's milestones here in Stately Dog Manor, specifically, the
college grad...
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