October 15, 2010
You’re out of order, Mr. Lewis! And I don’t appreciate your tone or your double-entendres. If it happens again, well, don’t let it happen again. I’d hate to call on the sergeant-at-arms to haul your ass out of here, but I will not hesitate to protect the dignity of the rutabaga. Do you understand me? [...]
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December 14, 2009
They call my uncle The Dutch, but no one knows where the nickname came from, not even my uncle who tends to remember things from his youth. If he remembers, then he’s not telling me. It has nothing to do with marijuana, or so I tell myself. I don’t like imagining him puff-puff-passing a joint. [...]
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