My Dog is Chelsea

I’d like to start out by saying that I like my new roommate, and I’m glad that we chose to live with him. He’s quiet, nice, funny, etc. I just want to get that out of the way before I say the following:
WHAT THE FUCK?
I got back Sunday night from a frisbee tournament in eastern [...]

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Note: I actually wrote a different post than this, but I will probably post it tomorrow instead. Because today is October 30, 2006, which means that my father died exactly fifteen years ago. So, I interrupt our regularly scheduled programming to post this story, which I originally wrote for submission to a website that publishes [...]

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I just found out that my neighbor’s guilt about replacing the sign got the best of her. Late last night, she went down to the basement, began fishing out the crumpled one she’d removed, and tried to rehang it next hers.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps on the basement stairs. Along came my other neighbor, poster of [...]

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Yesterday I inspected the infamous sign on the dryer and discovered that it wasn’t Scotch-taped. It was clear-packing-taped. That’s the kind of tape that sticks, you know. Forever.
But tonight the sign was missing. And we know the sign couldn’t have fallen down, because gravity just isn’t that strong.
But wait—what’s that? A crumpled-up ball of paper [...]

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I planted a fern outside of my apartment.

Look what I found in the soil.

There is a pink rose bush in the front yard. Girdie shat out a plum tomato plant behind it, but we didn’t give it a stake in time and it collapsed from its own weight. Girdie also [...]

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