Recently I had a nice little tantrum about exchanging a "z" for an "s." Driving west on Pier Avenue yesterday, I spotted a sign on a store that nearly made me rip my hair out. The store's name is: Nu Shuz.
Richie sunburned his forearms down in Cabo - bright red, swollen and seeping. In the doctor's office I was amused to hear the good doctor's chat at chairside.
Richie: I just can't understand why this happened.
Doctor: Buddy, you need to stay out of the sun between 10 a.m. and 2 p.m.
Richie: And another thing...
Doctor: Talk to me!
I'm pretty sure that when he isn't doctoring, he's leading a gang.
This morning we marched up to the desk, I.D.cards extended. The clerk smiled at us and said, "I've got you" and then when a pair of women (clearly identifiable as women) walked up to his his desk, he said, "Hi, guys - how're you doing?"
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