"He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear. But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken. It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage. He went back to the table, dipped his pen, and wrote:"
Monday, January 19, 2009
Sorry, Ravens Quarterback Joe Flacco...
You just go work on that bottlecap collection of yours and hang tight with good old Ern. You'll get 'em next time, tiger...
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