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June 3, 2005

From the Comments: Jim Parkinson

This always seems to happen to me! I’m just trying to get some dinner, for heaven’s sake!

I followed the directions correctly. I know I left nothing to chance. But now, by an impossible twist of fate, I am speeding toward a cliff face with a damn rocket strapped to my back.

It’s too late to turn as the sheer rock races forward to meet me.

First, the excruciating crash into the rock. Second, the rocket’s explosion propels my broken body back onto the hard ground. Finally, the cliff face falls, entombing me.

Wait for it…

“Beep, beep.” Damn roadrunner!

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