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third-person singular: the professionals?

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Enid and the man live in molvania - land of corruption, cold and pork with cheese. they are moving to san francisco in the spring. Friday, March 2. Enid's just read carpetblogger's great post. This reminded enid of one of the man's early molvanian experiences. It was january, the snow was falling and he and three colleagues were looking for a place to eat lunch. "this'll do," said his boss, hoohah, and bundled them all down a flight of steps and into the foyer of a restaurant. 2 March 2007 at 14:01.

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third-person singular: introducing hank

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Enid and the man live in molvania - land of corruption, cold and pork with cheese. they are moving to san francisco in the spring. Wednesday, January 10. Enid and the man ‘lent’ hank some money and olga found another apartment, cheaper than the last. olga got work on a sex chat line, and started spending her nights talking to americans. hank was jealous because he and olga had started this way. who knows, olga might get talking to a richer american. 11 January 2007 at 02:33. Enid is now enidd, and lives.

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The Grand Old Lady of the Adriatic | Edvard Moonke

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The Grand Old Lady of the Adriatic. Full of tricks, this old girl. Even before you arrive, you are already bound by her demands and caprices. They shall only reach me by boat. And come they did in their droves. I peer behind me at a down-and-out who is sitting on the steps of the bridge. He sits with downcast eyes, smoothing his hair with the last bit of pride that is left in him. Propped up against him is a sign with a message in Italian:. No home, no family. please help. From your own site. So well wri...

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third-person singular: catching up on mail

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Enid and the man live in molvania - land of corruption, cold and pork with cheese. they are moving to san francisco in the spring. Thursday, March 1. Catching up on mail. To: egg online banking. Re: regarding your current account access. Dear egg, you couldn't verify enid's current information, because she doesn't bank with you, but with the admirable hbsc. you can limit her online access all you like, and she'll not even notice. (by the way, what is the world's "largest pure online bank? Thanks, munguia...

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third-person singular: the saga of hank continues

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Enid and the man live in molvania - land of corruption, cold and pork with cheese. they are moving to san francisco in the spring. Tuesday, January 30. The saga of hank continues. The man got hank’s landlord’s phone number and asked anastasia at the office to call it. “he owes me a month’s rent - $270,” the landlord said,“and i’m throwing him out if i don’t get it.”. Just after the baby was born, his family had sent him a lot of money. had he been intending to use that money for rent? 8220;when i planned...

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third-person singular: a happy ending

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Enid and the man live in molvania - land of corruption, cold and pork with cheese. they are moving to san francisco in the spring. Friday, January 12. The man is never quite sure what to say to his friends when they present him with a squealing red bundle of baby and say “isn’t she cute? 8221; - to be honest, "cute" is not usually the adjective that crosses his mind. 8220;boy or girl? 8221; asked the man, politely. 8220;boy - and his testicles are the size of melons! And very true too! Catching up on mail.

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third-person singular: December 2006

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Enid and the man live in molvania - land of corruption, cold and pork with cheese. they are moving to san francisco in the spring. Sunday, December 31. Enid recommends everyone buy a very big hard disk and a backup program. Links to this post. Friday, December 15. Over sunday lunch - pork with cheese on, which should be the national dish of molvania - enid told the man of her early experiences of menstruation. (no wonder he prefers working to eating out with her.). Her mummy nodded, yes. This year, enid ...

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Wimbledon, rain and other interruptions | Edvard Moonke

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Wimbledon, rain and other interruptions. I am watching a Wimbledon tennis match on television, grateful that for once the rain has stayed away, when she walks in, her usual energetic self, an English jumping bean caught in a hurricane, and, as usual, still buzzing from quotidian office events. She is one of the few people I’ve ever come across who appears physically reinvigorated through work. But you know I didn’t think anything of it , she is saying. Well, I thought I’d run a check, just in case. Still...

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Flight of the Bumblebee | Edvard Moonke

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Flight of the Bumblebee. The van cabin is overrun with insects. The yellow Dayglo jacket I wear while working on my cameras attracts all sorts of bugs, who seem to think they’ve discovered a giant flower. Bees, wasps, daddy-long-legs, arachnids and assorted minor bugs cling to the jacket, and when I go back inside the van, they come with me. If you haven’t given it life, what gives you the right to take it away? He asked, quite reasonably but with fire in his eyes. The remark hit home, and from then on w...

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Georgie Boy and Stevie Boy | Edvard Moonke

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Georgie Boy and Stevie Boy. The White House. The 43rd president of the United States, George W. Bush, meets Steve Hadley, National Security Adviser. SH: Mr President, I have some good news and some bad news. GWB: Okay, give me the good news first. SH: Sir, our analysts have looked at the situation in Iraq and concluded that if things continue as they are, the people will end up eating shit. GWB: I asked for the good news first, Steve. Gee! GWB: You’re telling me I myself only joined because of daddy.