conflicts with my multi-million-dollar smile

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But fuck 'em if they can't take a joke. Coffee is God... and even if it were not, life wouldn't be worth it without it, no? This promises good things for all those too wussy to drink colloidal clay... or, of course, stuffed up people... or someone having an asthma attack.... I'ma goin ter buy me some Everclear in Oregon and have myself a good way to keep the bad things from taking hold of me.

I am feeling stultified by a number of things. The cognitive dissonance of the thousand conflicting reports about Libya. That blaring TV. The air conditioner running out of colditude sometime this evening and having to choose between sweltering and going out to sit amid the bugs of summer....

I'm going to be forced into fits and blasts... until something resolves itself... here or in Libya or in the akashic record.... I think next Tuesday is my last dentist appointment, and the great dental ordeal of aught eleven may be behind me very soon, but in the meantime I've got my maniac mother to entertain and that's no mean feat, even when the air conditioner is working just fine. She's eighty.

I can do this.

So I am tickled to bring you tidings of wonderfulness from my hero, Tony Pantelleresco anyway... and tidings of the restored gorgeousness of my big mouth.