Showing posts with label redirection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label redirection. Show all posts
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Thursday, January 3, 2013
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
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Wednesday, December 28, 2011
"Elvis has a history of cranky behaviour..."
Ridiculous. I saw the video. Elvis was provoked and deserves no criticism for the attack.
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Sunday, December 18, 2011
Elevators.
Incredibly, this is not the most horrifying elevator story of the last few days.
This is.
ADDED: His face half-burned, a man turns himself into the police, telling a story of revenge for $2,000 debt.
This is.
ADDED: His face half-burned, a man turns himself into the police, telling a story of revenge for $2,000 debt.
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redirection
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
Who's this baby?

Hint:
When I was born my granddad wanted to send a telegram to the president. Both sides of my family were staunch New Deal Democrats, and Granddad was sure that FDR would want to know about the “little stranger” with whom he now had a birthday in common.After you've answered, click here.
ADDED: Page 29:
I traveled from job to job with one large suitcase, driving a 1949 Chevy for a while. When it had to be junked, I hitched a ride or caught a bus until I managed to buy a ’58 Ford. Living accommodations were never fancy, usually a room in an old hotel or roadside motel....
After work, the guys on the crew would spend considerable time in one of the local bars, ideally a place that would cash our checks or carry a tab until we made our first payday. We consumed vast quantities of beer. If something stronger was called for, we’d drink shots of bourbon with beer chasers—a combination that helps explain how I managed to get arrested twice within a year for driving while under the influence....
And I was sleeping off a hangover in the Rock Springs jail. It had taken a lot to drive the message home, but I realized the morning I woke up in that jail that if I didn’t fundamentally change my ways, I was going to come to a bad end.
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babies,
books,
FDR,
history,
redirection
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