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July 25, 2007

David: Worse Than The Disease?

Harry read the data sheet from his new prescription.

“Hey, Sally! Check this out,” he called to his wife. “’Warning! May cause brainal leakage.’ Do you think they mistyped ‘anal leakage’, or does this stuff make my gray matter leak out my ears?”

“Stop shouting!” Sally called as she walked into the room. “I can hear you fine.”

Harry thought he hadn’t been shouting at all.

“Well, you were,” Sally replied. “You still are. I’m standing right here.”

Huh, Harry thought. Weird.

“It’s not weird; it’s annoying.”

What? Testing: I hate your mother.

“What’s Mom got to do with it?”

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