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Another wonderful day without a clue.

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Now what?

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I remember when I used to be a plant. All day long I was striving for the Sun. But I couldn’t reach it. Finally one day I said, “Hey, Sun, you’re too far away. I give up.”

The Sun said, “Wait, dude, I’m here. I traveled across the Universe to get to you because of your irresistible need to reach me.”

And I was like, “Oh, okay, thanks…Now what?”

The Sun said, “I don’t know either.”

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The difficult relationship

I was good friends with the famous Russian revolutionary, Vladimir Lenin. We got along well most of the time, unless he brought his cat, Andrei. I’m terribly allergic to cats.

Lenin knew this but would sometimes bring Andrei in tow. I would get upset, and Lenin would say that to be a member of the proletariat, one must suffer for the common good. I would argue back that when a comrade knowingly makes another suffer, he becomes a member of the bourgeoisie.

The fight would escalate until Andrei the Cat would postulate about how the demise of Utopia was inevitable as long as people were involved in trying to create it.

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Birth Story

I remember the day I was born. It was on a Friday. Back then hospitals closed at 5pm on Friday. The doctors, nurses, the rest of the staff went home and came back 9am Monday. My mom showed up ready to deliver at 4:59 pm. She had to be admitted, but of course the doctors and nurses who delivered me were pissed because they had dinner plans and were hoping to catch Gunsmoke on TV at 6:30 pm.

So they rushed my delivery (4 minutes, still a record at Zachary Taylor County Hospital) and had my mom out the door at 5:03), which made my dad happy because he was curbside, sitting in the car, with the motor running, honking and yelling out the window for us to hurry it up.

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More talking

Brooks: Hi, God.
God: Oh, jeez.
Brooks: What?
God: I need a break from you.
Brooks: Oh.
God: Why don’t you off to the woods and talk to trees, and then write a book about clouds, and follow that by living for a year in an ant farm.
Brooks: And then I can come back and hang out with you?
God: Maybe.
Brooks: Okay, God. You got it. I’m going. Bye! Good-bye! See you later! Too-da-loo! Adieu! Adios! Parting is such sweet sorrow.
God: Just go!