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May he fly around in the heavens forever, my feathered friend, symbol of peace.
What I did today. I visited the historical society in my town/city.
This is basically me telling you why I write. What I am currently writing about.
This story is true but meant to be humorous. It is about my dating experience. I never ran around like the trolls on Wikinut think. I had very few dates with and I was alone for 23 years before I found the love of my live and I have been with him for 16 years now.
Yes, darling. You have to work hard every single day to protect your love from any harm.
This is an older story of a painful experience I had when I tried to give a friend a gift.
This is a personal story about an aggravating lady who frequented the women's group that I belong to.
Jack Koccumings is sitting in Father's self-built aircraft. He's probably sweating like a pig. But he's done this before. What's the worst that can happen? Ok, a lot of things.
It's been years now - I have three years in my head but it might be more or less, but likely more - that Father has been working on his flying contraption that he's building over at Tower Hills Airport.
Flying saucers, UFO's... we're so bombarded with reports of them, but it's usually just some people on television somewhere far far away, whom you don't know, who are telling you about these things. But what if your close family tells you about it so very close to home?
Yesterday I came outside to find a dying snake, a dead frog, a lawn mower and two servants gawking at it. The site of it all was definitely a conversation piece indeed.
How can a commonly used thing be so hazardous to your health? Well, apparently it is.
I'm awakened in the guest rooms of Rand Estates, by my cellphone alarm. It's such a beautiful bell-like tune. I've never used the alarm function of my cellphone before, so I kind of only discovered it last night for this morning. Anyway, up I get, and it's not long at all before ...
Pollution of the environment is a common everyday occurence. We don't care though because we don't die from it immediately. But mining activities of all sorts are creating pollution that are entering our bodies and wreaking havoc. We still don't care though because we have medical ...
Music... is there anything music can't do? Yes. But now let's get on to my encounter with Snoop Dogg.
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