As the evening sky faded from a salmon color to a sort of flint gray, I thought back to the salmon I caught that morning, and how gray he was, and how I named him flint.
-Deep Thought of the day by Jack Handey
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R.I.P.

Posted: September 20th, 2003 | Author: Barry | Comments Off

More crushing than the losses of Johnny Cash and John Ritter combined.

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