Sunday, May 08, 2005
No Plane No Gain
Flying must be the best exercise. Except for turkeys, you hardly ever see a fat bird.
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- One Heck of a Big Nickel
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- The Circle of Strife
- A Moat in Time Might Save the Wine
- A Peanut Butter and Quandary Sandwich
- The Spare-Tire State
- A Dog's Best Friend
- Civic Improvements
- Signal When Colliding
- The Liza Minnelli Supposition
- Fish or Faith
- If at First You Don't Succeed Make the Same mISTAK...
- Dyslexia Perplexia
- Center Square to Blog
- Perhaps the Chair of the Wee Bear
- Making the Poplar More Popular
- No one goes to McDonald's more than Rooty the Dog ...
- Two 500 Thread Count Sheets to the Wind
- The Ties That Bind
- Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!
- Would A Girl By Any Other Name Still Smell As Sweet?
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- Give Peace & Quiet a Chance
- Take the Slauson Cutoff...
- It's a Guy Thing
- Would You Like a Billion Fries with That?
- Big Bucks for Bountiful Burrows
- A Picture is Worth a Thousand Sour Grapes
- No Plane No Gain
- Auto Absolution
- One Nick Lachey Over the Line
- An Ounce of Prevention
- Be Careful What You Wish For
- "Could Ya Hold It Down Up There!"
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