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I hope my legs don't break… walking on the moon.

I certainly do. Hang on.. what am I doing on the moon? Wouldn’t a lack of oxygen (and for that matter, pressure) be a rather…

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Hamagangur, ég þusti niður að læknum, bjargvættur.

And I think we’ve all felt that way, haven’t we? (The parties responsible for me listening to such enlightened stuff know who they are. Appropriate…

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But I don't care what people may say… I ain't gonna let it ruin my day

I need a little positivity today. Possibly quite a bit, and my current song choice reflects that. Sure, chances are you’ve never heard it, but…

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Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo

Yeah. Drugs will do that to you. I’d like to say I led a drug-free life, but my ongoing affair with caffeine rather puts that…

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Tank fly boss walk jam nitty gritty you're listening to the boy from the big bad city

Now there’s a lyric you don’t hear every day. But it’s been a tough week. Just be good to me, OK? It seems I was…

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But now it's full of evil clowns…

Some sleep would be nice right about now. But my time is heavily constrained; not only do I have work, but also the “fun” (if…

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Got a funny kind of feeling, like I got broken glass in my underwear and a herd of wild pigs is trying to chew off my head…

Apparently, trying to get a Kidman brother to keep quiet is a futile thing — or at least that’s what I’ve heard, most recently at…

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The most popular of all our escapades was undoubtedly the one called, quite simply, "Setting Fire To The Policeman"…

My postman brings me all sorts of interesting things. I’m still not entirely convinced that he doesn’t pinch bits along the way — any number…

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