The Mayor of New York says there are credible threats of suicide bombers on the city's underground. Every time we hear a siren, we jump.
Why I can't stop: I'm about to get on the subway.
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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
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- Claudia
- The sister of the President of the Garden Club, a former journalist (People, Life) and now vacation rental property manager on an island once known as Claudia's Island, Claudia has honed her bedmaking skills and seldom travels without a truckload of substandard chairs.
1 comment:
Whut youze needs is a good stiff drink, bhabe. Beerz not enuff. Whoopee. If I were you, mah deere, (NOT John Deere, yuk yuk...NO fharmer Me!! }I wud go to the closet where you keepo dat Vodka and haf a STIFF ONe. Not mens. Drinbks. Bottoms up!
From now on Thake the BUS!
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