These cards lay beneath a giant, wooden carving of a bear outside of J.P. Bullfeathers and just so happen to be my favorite poker hand. Fate or coincidence?
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This marks the 365th and final daily picture, my friends. I hope you’ve enjoyed the experiment. I may try it again sometime, perhaps with a better camera so I can capture some breathtaking shots of the drunk guys wandering up and down Elmwood Avenue every weekend. Adieu.
All four of these remotes are required to watch a DVD. Technology’s come so far and yet I have to expend untold amounts of energy to press four different buttons.
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Team Shaboom’s plays its 2nd softball game of the season in the shadow of the city.
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A bearded Kiefer Sutherland introduces the final episode of 24.
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I will miss you and your terrible show, Jack Bauer.
Uploading the images for my final Lost recap. *sniff* A single tear.
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I’m liking this forecast.
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An eclectic day that calls for three images. The first needs no explanation.
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That creep Hugh Jackman won’t stop staring at me.
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It’s bad enough I had to even enter the Walden Galleria mall, suffering eight aneurysms while inside, but the checkout person at Sears forgot to remove the plastic security device that is apparently filled with glass and ink that will shatter should I try and remove it myself. Thus, another trip to the mall is in order. Kill me.
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And yes, for all of you thinking I’m a jean-thieving bandit, I have a receipt.
Capping the week off around the fire at the Jones Estate in East Aurora. Much wine, food and frivolity was had.
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The week’s not quite over yet, but I most definitely need a few of these today.
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The first day of the Team Shaboom’s softball season was marked with a victory followed by numerous beverages and nachos at Cozumel.
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