One Nation, Under God
It was somewhere around 8 p.m. that I really started to lose my stuff. If you take your tongue, stick it through your teeth, clamp down a bit and blow, you will recreate the sound that I have been making for the past five hours...."PFFFFFFFFFFFFFTPT!"
"PFFFFFFFFFFFFFTPT!"
"PFFFFFFFFFFFFFTPT!"
It is the lone sound that hasn't been a profane utterance that I have voiced since at least 6 p.m.
Aloha, Gang, Mark here. I am on hour number 15 of work on Monday, getting the PCN put to bed. It has been a long day, folks, and I am here to explain why the paper looks sort of different this week and...
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