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...read the new Brave and Bold adventures of Chief Taylor and Chief Parker.

... got the copyright to the word "the". Everytime you use the word "the" you owe me a nickel.

...typed "___quick brown fox jumped over ___ lazy dog."

I'm on a tight budget again this week.

...started using bite-me-Quis phrase "bite-me-Quis" in place of bite-me-Quis word "bite-me-Quis".

I'm sticking it to bite-me-Quis Man!

...Officially banned pants from the house.

... saved a ton of money on car insurance

... finally figured out how to make the world a perfect place where there are no wars, no famine, no disease, no global warming, no endangered species. All we have to do is....wait is that the time? Project Runway is almost on. I hope I don't forget this while watching the show.

...handed the pharmacist my prescription and yelled "STAT!".

...tried out for the Laff-A-Lympics. I think there's a spot on the Yogi Yahooeys.

...celebrated Dag Hammerskold Day at the Swedish Embassy.

...convinced Keith Giffen to become an American Idol judge.

...learned to stop worrying and love the "classic rock" barrage at the warehouse like a good worker ant should.

...read the complete works of Edgar Allan Poe

...went back in time and became Elvis Presley's manager.

...was cast as the new school librarian on Glee.

...grew a pair of wings.

...had A.L. fly me around running errands.

... succeeded in my experiments to make the world's first pickle flavored ice cream.

...plan on repeating all of yesterday's insane overindulgences, just because.

...am the King of the World.

...cleansed the world of the scourge of Honey Baked Hams.

... developed an unsightly rash after sampling Quis' creation

...became double-jointed.

... entered into my fantasy world. Good bye reality! Hello new reality!

...trained my cockatiel, Margot Kidder Jr, to say "I taught myself to live simply and wisely, to look at the sky and pray to God, and to wander long before evening to tire my superfluous worries. When the burdocks rustle in the ravine and the yellow-red rowanberry cluster droops I compose happy verses about life's decay, decay and beauty. I come back. The fluffy cat licks my palm, purrs so sweetly and the fire flares bright on the saw-mill turret by the lake. Only the cry of a stork landing on the roof occasionally breaks the silence. If you knock on my door I may not even hear."