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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20th century military conflicts, in five minutes, with food

Posted: May 23rd, 2008 | Author: Barry | No Comments »

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