The thoughts...possibilities...impossibilities...might have beens...pictures...and scrambled ideas, both bright and (more often) confused, through the eyes of none other than me. Mich.
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Enough with the Complaints!
'Bob' and 'Fred' are talking at work.
'Bob' is complaining.
'Fred' is sick of hearing about it.
'Fred' says, "Bob, are you dying of cancer? No? Than be quiet."
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