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It's A Rare Person Who Wants To Hear What He Doesn't Want To Hear.

My Iq Is Somewhere Between Spiro Agnew's And Albert Einstein's.

Perhaps The Saddest Irony Of Depression Is That Suicide Happens When The Patient Gets A Little Better And Can Again Function Sufficiently.

The Sudden Death At 51 Of James Gandolfini Is Intolerable.

When I Was A Kid In Nebraska, A Cantankerous Farmer, Known For Plinking With His '22 At Passing Cars In Which He Perceived Enemies, Ingeniously Rigged Up A Shotgun In His House, Trained On The Inside Of His Front Door So As To Widely Distribute Any Intruder.