The Nelson Pulpit

I don't like dogs or American cars.
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One day, someone came along. She was normal, and ordinary in all senses of the word. I said, : "Fine, I have some time to kill." So I dated, I made love and I flipped omelets filled with mushroom, bell pepper, and onions. I knew that it was a convenient choice. She was a girlfriend in transit. She knew it, yet she chose to stay in it.
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Recently some of you may have noticed a slight change in the BOFH-grams letters. I've received mail about it, and they rest somewhat drunkly on my mind, or rest on my drunken mind, whatever. And I'm here to answer the questions on your soft awaiting ruby lips... right, I'm going to stop that too.
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I don't use superlatives. I don't know, maybe something is wrong with me, but I've never used a superlative to describe any women I've been with. Except one. And with that one exception, I've never called anyone the best of anything. I also never called any woman that I have been seeing beautiful. I just don't use that word. In some eyes this makes me a distant, callous person. Those people can bite me.
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