Category Archives: An SoC Monologue

Damn Beavers

It longs and pines for spending its nights in a memory foam bed. A down comforter wrapped about it’s flat tail to keep it warm. Continue reading

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Regarding Astrology

People that I otherwise consider intelligent and well read believe that the position of the sun, moon, and stars can somehow predict their life’s events. Continue reading

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Radioactive Spider Bite

Whatever, a raccoon bite just sounds really painful. Like, it would be a festering sore that oozes pus for a few weeks. I’ve got to pass on that one. Continue reading

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The Magic 8 Ball for a New Millennium

Pooh’s a little suspicious, but a cocky bear about now. So he asks, “Well Eeyore, what have you got as a wager?” Continue reading

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