You win, Griffin. This will be the last time (for at least a few weeks) that we dedicate our efforts to dissecting one of your articles. The sun is shining, laundry is piling up, and bills need to be paid;...
Posted by Kim Jorn on September 13, 2007 8:58 PM
I was two years old in 1978. I could barely string two words together and I regularly shit my pants. My day usually consisted of sleeping, smearing spaghetti-os on my shirt, stacking wooden blocks, knocking down those blocks, and crying....
Posted by Kim Jorn on August 28, 2007 1:30 PM
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