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- Springer Kneeblood
- The purpose of this blog is to give its keeper a place to record his thoughts, a place to learn from his visitors, and a place to learn from himself. I am a man who knows little of himself, but much about little.
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2008
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December
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- A New Year's Message
- Winding Down
- Southern Louisiana and So Forth
- More Riveting Vacation Stories
- Yes, We Have No Binoculars
- Devotion to the Hot Sauce Potion
- A Thin Net
- Pork Tamales on Christmas Eve
- It's Beginning to Taste a Lot Like Falba
- That's a Car? It Acts Like Rock Cocaine.
- Venison Stew
- Reality Stew
- My Money
- Bullets
- Am I a Pantheist?
- Only Time
- Let the Saw Do the Work
- Give the Dog a Bone
- Don't Cry for Me, Insolvent Client
- The Stupid. It Stings.
- Church Service
- A Few Photos
- Normal Sunday Routine
- The Relative Value of Sleep and Certain Work
- A Different Perspective
- An Apologist for No One
- Bad Monday!
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December
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3 comments:
Throw in some potato chips and it sounds like a party!
Or not.
So now you're pickled?
I would rather be pickled.
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