Some secrets just can’t be kept locked away.
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Q: What’s the difference between a novelist and a politician?
A: One gets paid to tell lies; the other lies to get paid.
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What every best-decked-out holiday bike rider needs for an evening-ride: a lamp on the back of your bike with a leg-in-stockings base. An extra leg in case one of your own gets tired.
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After a night, love /
I hold the hope that you know /
how light hides secrets.
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At the party last night, I accidentally drank a bottle of food coloring. The doctor says I’ll be fine, but I feel like I’ve dyed a little on the inside.
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It is the first weekend of the month and time again for a new word to live. This is a word or phrase not currently in use in the U.S. English lexicon, but might need to be considered. Other words, such as obsurd, crumpify, subsus, flib, congressed, and others, can be found by clicking on the tags below. This month’s New Word is not so much a word as phrase that looks almost like a code or a chess notation. It refers to the placement of the letter “n” in two words. When placed in the third position of the word, we have a beloved holiday icon of good deeds, giving, and good will to all. When placed in the fifth position of the word, we have a reviled icon of misdeed, misgivings, and misanthropic intentions. The “word” for December is n3-n5. To turn Santa into Satan, take the “n” from the third letter position and move it to the fifth letter position.
n3-n5, v: To turn Santa into Satan, take the “n” from the third letter position and move it to the fifth letter position. To turn something good into something bad.
Example: “With his actions, Chuck has completely n3-n5ed the holidays for all of us.”
Of course, you can have the reverse:
n5-n3, v: Turning Satan into Santa. Turning something bad into something good.
Example: After stealing all the trappings of Christmas from Whoville, When the Grinch hears the Whos still singing on Christmas morning, he is n5-n3ed about the holiday.
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by DAVID E. BOOKER
I will not put her in a box
I will not use one with a lock.
I will not bury her beneath the blocks
nor stuff her in the freezer with the lox.
I will not ship her far, far away.
I said I won’t, no, no not today.
But my patience is running thin
and should she try it, yet once again…
I will not be responsible for what I do.
My five-year-old could do it to you, too.
Return postage not included.
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The baaaad are everywhere.
“Listen up, boys,” the head sheep said. “We have one chance to get this right. The sow keeps all her money at the Piggy Bank on the corner. We show a little backbone and knock it over and we’ll never have to cower again. You with me?”
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