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I Am The Luckiest Bag Of Dirt In The World, Because My Wife Rocks
I love my wife unmercifully, beyond the periphery of reason and sanity. When I met my wife, we went out to a Chinese restaurant. And we stayed there for four hours. We closed the joint out. They were throwing fortune cookies at our heads to get us to leave…
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Things You May Not Know About Little Chucky Wendig, Age Eight And A Half
I figure it’s a good time to get to know one another. Here, then, is a random slapdash written-in-no-sensible-order list of things you may not know about me. It bears no rhyme, no reason. It’s more or less a conglomeration of meaningless facts about yours truly.
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Of Turtle Shots And Zodiac Signs
Went to the Obi-Gyn Kenobi’s office yesterday to learn which particular brand of bait-and-tackle our upcoming child would possess. Boy parts? Girl unit? Some squirming squid-like mish-mash, some Cthulhu’s beard of uncertainty lined with stinging nematocysts?
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Shotguns Roaring, Pans Clanging: New Year’s Eve Traditions
On New Year’s Eve, our way into the new year was with a whole lot of clamor and clatter. My Dad would, as was his way, fire off weapons. A shotgun in specific. As many pulls of the trigger as the coming year demanded, I suppose. CHOOM CHOOM CHOOM.