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Humor
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My First Stand Up Gig
Do you remember your first time? Mine was in the Town Hall in front of friends and total strangers. It didn't all go great but what a buzz!
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Smile When You Drive - You Are Number One
The other day I was at the post office and I backed up and someone tried to get around me really quick. Thus, as I was backing up and I stopped suddenly so I wouldn't hit them and then they called me some obscenities, but hey I have been called worse than an a-hole and jerk before, as recently while merging to drive under the Big Dig in Boston, a local Bostonian gentleman in a luxury car told of his opinion of me.
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What's In A Name
Names are good. I like names. Without them we wouldn't know when someone was talking to us, or for that matter, when they were talking ABOUT us. If everyone shared the same name, it would be impossible to spread a rumor about a person. We'd find ourselves on both sides of the gossip fence at the same time.
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Hillary and the Inquisitor
Inquisitors often discover items of interest from those under inquiry. A lovely dress can displace the focus of the inquiry.
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Mom, The Piano Teacher Is Sleeping Again
I'll always remember my first (and last) piano teacher, Mr. Delegato (the name has been changed to protect the guilty). You see, Mr. Delegato was one of those old school teachers. He was very regimental and very old, around 80 I believe. Don't get me wrong, he was a nice old man and an incredible musician... he could play rapid-fire arpeggios with his pinky finger. But come lesson time, he turned into Mr. Hyde.
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