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January 11, 2016

What Does Not Kill Me Only Makes Me Whinier

So go on, world, I dare you. Sling your arrows at me.
Steal my designated parking space. Cause every ballpoint pen in my possession to prematurely run out of ink. Give me an ice-cream headache. Ensure that my neighborhood drugstore no longer stocks my favorite body wash. Do your worst, world! For my capacity to piss and moan will always prevail. -- Source

Posted by gerardvanderleun at January 11, 2016 11:55 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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Bravo, yes, encore! A fine whine should be savored and not shared to be sipped by the insipid. Those oafs are only fit for the bouquet of faint complaints and faint praise.

Posted by: Stug Guts [TypeKey Profile Page] at January 13, 2016 7:57 PM

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