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Monday, July 05, 2004
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Seashell, Once Again...

It's nice to see posts that are well thought out, and grammatically correct. It also helps if they lack repeated references to feces.

Guest Post
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Abby Someone...Abby Normal

Believe it or not, I just did something stupid. I know what you're thinking, "This couldn't be; it's just not possible." Well, it's true, folks. *Fade to flashback* We see seashell. In one hand she holds trash (wrappers from Hershey's Special Dark Chocolate w/Almonds). In the other she holds this morning's dirty t-shirt. She walks down the hall to the bathroom, opens the cabinet door that leads to the dirty clothes, and throws in the trash. She then proceeds to the kitchen, where she opens the cabinet door that leads to the trashcan and almost tosses in the shirt. *Fade to present*

It gets worse...Yesterday, I forgot that it was a holiday. When I showed up at church for the evening service, not a soul was there. When I realized what was going on, I had to go back and turn off every air conditioner, shut off every light, and lock every door, all for nothing.

Earlier today I forgot what I'd done with my brother. I thought I'd left him at the church to finish cleaning, but it turns out he was at home sleeping the whole time. He needs to get his own car soon before I leave him at Wal-Mart(s) or something; that would be a nightmare (for him, anyway).

What has brought about this horrible turn of events? Perhaps I have acquired an abnormal brain much like the one in Young Frankenstien. (If anyone likes the cast of said movie, I suggest he buy the film The Adventure of Sherlock Holmes' Smarter Brother and allow me to borrow it for I have yet to see it in its entirety.) Perhaps I have not yet recovered from the VBS clean-up. Perhaps the monotony of the University of Arkansas Southwest Research and Extension Center Nematode Lab has finally gotten to me. One can only take so much dirt in her life, and I believe I have reached my quota. Perhaps it is the fact that I haven't been skiing all summer. Whatever the case, if anyone sees my brain please direct it to its rightful owner. I'm sure I can come up with some form of a quasi-reward.

seashell

P.S. I believe it is my turn to win a chess game.

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So folks, she's in the lead. Currently the only one participating too. If you want your shot at a free Convoginators T-shirt and a second or possibly third-hand trophy, send in your guest post. I'm also going to go ahead and exercise my rule-making ability and declare a date past which no more submissions will be accepted for contest the second. That arbitrary date is, and will be: July 10th, 2004 Sorry, but sometimes you've just got to draw a line in the sand.

Jeff C.


 
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