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Postcards to Stinks
Last fall, in the middle of a long work trip, I started sending daily postcards to my wife.
I haven’t missed a day since.
I haven’t missed a day since.
I’m thankful for my artistic ability, and my one remaining finger. Happy Thanksgiving!
Turns out I had plenty of time to write.
Beats the hell out of that Edible Arrnagements crap.
If he’s just, like, KIND OF a dick, I’ll take that as a major victory.
Reminds me of eighth grade.
We’re still looking for a platinum-level navel sponsor.
Can we take a second to reflect on the fact that as many as half of the postcards I’ve sent have arrived undamaged, Way to go, USPS!
She never trusted me enough to shave her mustache.
Wussdom is a state of mind.
That’s “The boat in Jaws,” not “The boat in Jews.”
