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Musing With Mitch
by Mitchell Kobriger
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The French call a hat a "chapeau." I hate to sound un-American, but I think those Frenchies might be on to something there.
Your various potpourris are nice, but give me a steaming pot of Beef-a-roni any day.
I'm not so sure I trust this bottled water stuff. Looks a bit too clean for ol' Mitch's taste.
I remember a time when dynamite could be bought by just about anybody just about anywhere. I don't know about you folks, but I felt quite a bit safer back then.
Okay, I give. What is it about an Aqua Velva man?
I'm tempted to get me a pair of those cargo pants, but my barber says, "No way, Jose" -- and that man knows his fashion.
I don't want to seem greedy, but I sure wish woman had an extra nipple or two.
"Biff" has got to be the worst nickname in recorded human history.
The question as to whether your golf buddy is dressing up like a girl for a gag or if he's dressing up like a girl *that* way can be answered with four words: Panties or boxers, Priscilla?
Enough with all this Bush/Kerry nonsense. It's time we put a real man in the White House: Lee Majors.
The makers of Skittles should be ashamed of themselves. There, I said it.
Of all the funny place names in the state of Washington, I've gotta say that "Yakima" gets me every time.
I had a really bad experience in a photo booth once, and I have the pictures to prove it.
Of all the voices in my head, that one with the lisp troubles me the most.
When those thick white belts come back in style... well, let's just say Mitch is ready.
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