by Ferdinand Bardamu 12.25.2009The Journey of the Magi by T.S. Eliot A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter. And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory, Lying down in the melting snow. There [...]
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Yesterday afternoon was my office’s Christmas party, held at a nondescript chain restaurant in the suburbs. You wish you were me. Anyway, after four chicken wings, three mozzarella sticks, and a pint-and-a-half of Yuengling had worked their way through my system, I burst into the bathroom for the mother of all excretions. I squeezed my [...]
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