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2008-06-01 - 1:46 a.m. THE BACKNE SANDWICH It's late, and something disturbing is going on with my stomach. Wow! Now THAT'S an entrance! Seriously, I fear something heinous may be afoot in my works. Let us hope not. There's been some alarming presentation...I'll not go into detail. This is me, sparing you, for some things you cannot un-see, even when they've touched only the mind's eye. Like this tale here. Today my son and I were eating subs at a sandwich shop when a slack-jawed, lackluster dude and his two buds ambled in. The place is small, and when they made it to the checkout counter, it placed them very close to our table and, consequently, my right shoulder. When people get in my personal space, I have to look. When I looked, I noticed the kid's t-shirt had a wet spot on the shoulder. A bloody 3333333333367777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777771``````````````qawsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.... the cat just came and drug his little catly toes across the keys. He walked through my story, effectively derailing it, and you know what? He did you a huge FAVOR. I was about to tell you something SO GROSS you might've just written me off. Thank you, Maynard. You're pretty smart for 3 months old.
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