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that's the creepiest shit i've ever seen. by the way, i'm smarter and sexier than you. self-deprecation, my ass.

that's what i'm talking about.

Amen. At the risk of seeming all pious (hah!), here's some dirt on me, a fellow "born to smoke"-er. I was thinking about giving up two things for Lent: the f-word and all but one cigarette a day. I quickly realized that my f-word fast was the harder of the two by far, and that I needed to focus more of my energy on it. You know, the kind of energy that requires more than one cigarette a day. Maybe next year....

Just found your blog via my brother showing my your post on The Passion. Great site.

jon,

don't know how i should feel about people being afraid to sound pious on my blog, but thanks for the sentiment.

keep me updated on next year's lenten go-around.

valerie,

thanks for coming by. and the silliman name keeps expanding . . . .

Love it. The snakeskin shirt complements your dentistry quite well.

thanks, stu. i'll be passing those cigarlets to all my old school dawgs come tourney time.

That image of Jesus is quite possibly the most disturbing one I've seen (almost entirely because of his blurry, red eyes, but partially because of the lack of punctuation), which makes it very difficult for me to feel convicted by his rebuke.

and i don't think the ashes are gonna help clear those red eyes up any. or maybe that's the point, that my ashes are causing his bloodshotness.

You've aged quite well. I would have thought that you'd have more wrinkles by now. That's what I get for thinking.

thanks, chris. so good to hear from you. that's the secret of the cigarlet--not only does it NOT make your face ashy, but it actually reintroduces you to your youth.

I hope that a nice dominican maduro will do the same thing.