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I went to a funeral today. It was like the TASP 50 socialize-fest during the last day all-I-want-to-do-is-cry-fest.
I'm still working on that profound, philosophical insight on the meaning of life and death, but it may take a while....I'll get back to you all on that.
Until then, thank you Red Sox, music, and TASPers.
I'm still working on that profound, philosophical insight on the meaning of life and death, but it may take a while....I'll get back to you all on that.
Until then, thank you Red Sox, music, and TASPers.
posted by Ben at 3:15 AM
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Don't worry. Not even Derrida had it all figured out. Note that the first baseman responsible for the final out was on the Twins less than half a year ago. As I've said before, the only thing the Twins got from trading our eastern-european-named catcher and first basemen was easier to spell.
The curse is broken: yay red sox
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