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A Ridiculous Spectacle
Posted by clifgriffin in Silly on June 26th, 2007
The Best Poem I’ve Ever Written (get your tissues ready!)
Posted by clifgriffin in Personal, Silly on November 8th, 2006
An Ode to Fetterman
To thee! Fetterman Fields!
To the time ye fought against the overlords and won our freedom!
To your lovely locks of hair receeding!
To every tooth ye grind with your powerful mandibles!
To every snore that passes the lonely night.
To thee! Fetterman Fields!
You have my sword.
You can be my wing man any day.
Until a moment ago when I was going through my inbox deleting old emails, I didn’t think I had ever written any poetry worth sharing. But then I found this gem. How wrong I was!
Sigh,
Clifton
P.S. Due to the emotional nature of this post, I do not recommend you read it while driving.
Clif and James Video Spectacular
Posted by clifgriffin in Personal, Silly on October 16th, 2006
James has been following me around with his digital camera recording random moments. We both improvise and the result is hillarious (to us, that is). But, on the off chance that someone besides James and I might enjoy this randomness, here you are: two gems from the Clif and James vault.
How many children have you murdered today?
Posted by clifgriffin in Evil, Silly on October 12th, 2006
Do you ever meet people that just give you the creeps? It’s not usually anything in particular; it might be their personal aura that speaks loudly of “”death”" and “”children”". And you just want to go up and ask them “”How many children have you murdered today?”"
But you never actually do, because you are either afraid they’ll take it the wrong way or you’re afraid that they’ll answer with a number higher than 0.
There is one such man in my Business Communications class. Everytime I see him, I feel something akin to what Obi Wan Kanobi must have felt when he said “”I felt a great disturbance in the Force, as if more than 0 children suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced.”"
I think that is what he said.
I guess there is nothing to do, really. I can’t prove any of this.
All I can do is keep my children away from him. (All of my many ones.)
Nervously,
Clifton
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