Where we never absquatulate, rarely excoriate, intermittently interpolate, sometimes scintillate, often obfuscate, usually fantasticate and always nictitate.
By Brian Miller
It is St. Urho’s Day as I write this. I am ruing that I forgot to put on my Nile green and royal purple before I ran out the door today, although now that I think of it, I’m not sure if those colors exist in my shades-of-blue-dominated wardrobe.
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