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At the tender age of 35 our fiercely intrepid, and quietly handsome hero, Lunchbox Willy, was diagnosed with stage IV colon cancer. With a song in his heart and his loyal sidekick Pogo Pete at his...um...well...side, Willy continues to fight for justice, peace, and proper grammar. Pogo Pete is the sort of fellow that will ask you to darn his socks, and then leave the milk out. Lunchbox Willy is strong, clever, and I should mention, handsome. These are their stories.
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January
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- For Heaven's sake Theodore! The black one is for ...
- And who are you again?
- Pittsburgh; It's the Iron City
- Detroit Motor City!!
- Crash
- Please pass the jelly
- Doug and Naomi
- It's Simple
- And then there was today
- Right here in River City
- Thanks for the comments!
- Sunday
- My Dad's Right Wing Conspiracy
- Sometimes it's not so bad
- Reverse Peristalsis
- Later that night, back at the Ferris wheel
- First day, new chemo
- I Still Can't Sleep
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2 comments:
I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it.
Groucho Marx
love you, bill...
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