Tuesday, September 24, 2002

You know that you're in trouble when Dave Barry starts taking potshots. At that point, it's clear that all rational defenses have been overthrown, and all that's left is refuge in sulky silence. As an ex-smoker, I can say that we collectively have known for years and years and years that tobacco was bad for you; how you get from there to "they're killing me, and should give me cash money" just boggles me.

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