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Friday, March 31, 2017
Climbing the Cliffs of Insanity
An actual exchange Sam and I had a while back:
Sam (handing me a bottle): I mixed him up five ounces. If he drinks it, fine. If not, the sword.
me: I'm going to feed him left-handed.
Sam: You know what a hurry we're in!
me: It's the only way he can be satisfied. If I use my right — over too quickly.
Sam: Oh, have it your way.
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April 3, 2017 at 2:49 PM
Is that second baby of yours oatmeal ready yet?
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