Spitball Army

Card is titled: “Aw-w-w- Quit ‘chur quackin’, You voted for him!”

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“May I help you?” The old woman shuts her eyes, drops her head in sleep. Her friend hands me a 40W bulb: “Her lights are too dim.”

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My instructor has given me permission to fly solo tomorrow and I’m just the one to do it.

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The Tokyo residents begin migrating to Hiroshima and Nagasaki, fleeing the threat of nuclear fallout under a cloud of cruel irony.

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The Green Line runs under financial Boston; the Red Line pierces academia’s heart. There’s no Yellow here: no timidity or caution.

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Jerry was wishing he had a date and I was wishing you were next to me in the place of Jerry.

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Our big-city paper transforms the news into decidedly small-town titillations by portraying snarky online comments as headlines.

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Card is titled: “Greetings from Pueblo Colorado.”

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Came home to find a letter for me. Boy, that pepped me up a little.

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