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Pickles and Cake?

2005-02-09|9:37 p.m.

I was talking to my sister earlier today, and she let me know that my 13 year old niece has pneumonia in both lungs. Luckily, it isn't serious enough that she has to stay at the hospital...

My sister is now taking excellent care of her at home... Giving her meals in bed and everything... Tonight for dinner, my niece wanted pickles, soup, and cake.

I joked "Are you sure it's pneumonia? You know, she could be pregnant." She didn't find it funny.

What kind of world are we living in when you can't make a 'your 13 year old daughter is pregnant' joke without the shit hitting the fan?

A normal world? Forget I asked then.
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Q: Hey Bill, what does your two year old niece look like when she sings?

A: Thanks for asking. She looks just like this:

I love this picture. I couldn't make out the song she was singing, but by the look on her face, I am guessing it was a Rolling Stones song.
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and finally, a note to the man I met in traffic today.

Dear bastard that I let pull out in front of me during rush hour traffic today,

You are not entitled to pull out in front of me. I didn't have to slow down and wave so you could pull out in front of me. I could have just let you wait. But I didn't. I was nice. I let you out.

The least you could have done is given me a little wave. If not as a way to say thanks, than at least to acknowledge that I did you a favor. But you didn't. Why? Damn you.

Signed,

Bill

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