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    That was a wasted blog & why I can't ever argue with a fan
    Milking chickens until the frogs come home Wed, 08/30/06

    So John Mark Karr didn't kill JonBonet? Looks like the media might've been right in the first place. Sorry O.J., I take it back--looks like you did it after all.

    I ran into this chik today who swore she knew me. I didn't recognize her, but she said we had a past together.

    "We played softball together for (a school I shall not name)."

    I have been know to play a little softball so there might have been some truth to what she was saying...but I still couldn't recall her.

    "You hurt me, remember?"

    That sounds like something I might've done in the past--but she was gonna hafta be more specific than that.

    "You threw the ball too hard and hurt my hand."

    "You must have me confused with someone else," I insisted. My weak, Johnny Damon-like, girly-arm is well-known throughout the league. Everyone knows that I wouldn't be able to throw the ball through a wet paper sack.

    "No, it was you."

    "Can't be," I laughed. "I don't throw hard."

    "Don't lie. You're a softball superstar."

    Mama always told me it's rude to argue with a woman: if she thinks I'm a softball superstar with a cannon arm, who am I to argue?

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