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Sunday, June 27, 2004
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My weekend with Kerry...

Normally, I would post a review of the weekend's entertainment, but I'll just cut to the chase and say that you should all go see "The Terminal." Oh, and Seashell, you get to pick the movie from now on. Of possibly less interest, however, would be my weekend thus far with Presidential hopeful John F'ing Kerry, the dolphin-riding dolphin himself. It started out innocently enough, Manteca thought it would be funny to see a large stuffed dolphin riding around in a car, and Josh merely encouraged such an act. Being the devout fan of comedy that I am, I undertook the endeavour of removing JF'ingK from his home back behind the sofa in the tech office and attempted to strap him into the passenger seat of my '97 Toyota Corolla. You can't really appreciate how large of a head that JF'ingK has until you attempt to secure him into a small, Japanese automobile. He simply would not fit in the front seat. Plan B: I scoot the passenger seat forward and relocate the stuffed mammal to the rear, passenger side seat. With much difficulty, I was able to get him seated and seat-belted in. SUCCESS! Now there was just a large, stupid, stuffed dolphin in my blind spot. No matter, I was sure to get some great double takes from other drivers on the way home, and did I ever...

I hate this dolphin,
Jeff C.


 
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