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Tim, Tom, Pam, John & Dick Saturday, Jun. 14, 2008 - 2:31 a.m. I was so sorry to hear about the passing of Tim Russert. I've never heard so many colleagues and interview subjects sing the praises of a news person. --- I saw a mention of Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson and their kids all cohabitating again. This is good, because they are both off of the streets and we know where they are. --- In other news, at just past midnight this fine Saturday morning, John asked me to survey my readership. He wants to know if, when you take a phone call, do you bring the phone into the bathroom with you to continue the conversation. I tend to do that without a second thought because back in 1983, I spent a total of a month and a half in the hospital after a bad car accident, and when that happens, your ability to make small talk while doing your duty into a bedpan gets a little more polished than it ever really should be. That time in the hospital redefined my personal boundaries forever, and unless you have gone through it, I guess it's hard to understand how you can speak to somebody while taking a leak. These days, I don't even think about it. But John wanted me to ask who does what. So I am. --- Hey, if there are any readers out on the far east coast, check and see if your local Christmas Tree Shop is still stocking Mill Farm Gummi Lighthouses. If they are, please get in touch with me, because I want some. Thank you. Penis. --- Okay, that's it, have a nice Saturday. ---
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