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I enjoyed most of the playoff games but sometimes the arcane clichés used by the announcers get under my skin.  One of my favorites was "He is being very physical..."  What the Hell does that mean especially in the context of football being, essentially, a physical sport?

Also, he endless hyperbole is exhausting.


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Sunday I came up with an invention that is a surefire moneymaker.  I even talked to the current Mrs. Blythe and she agreed.  In the next few days I'm going to try and come up with a design or prototype.  Maybe look into patent law.  I know you are dying to see it, but give me a little time to perfect it. 

I'm calling it The Pecker Pocket.  You are really intrigued now, aren't you?




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Ayla received Super Star of the Week honors at school.  


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Chilly week.  As I write this it is 56 degrees and we cancelled our morning walk.  


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How not to do it:  this guy was arrested in St. Pete yesterday for aggressive panhandling.  He'd chase folks with a tire iron if they didn't contribute to his retirement fund.  


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Alfred reached a milestone last week.  She was able to walk on the bottom of the pool and keep her head high enough to breathe.  

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