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Well, despite the contents of my skull escaping out of my ears due to the internal pressure of being broiled alive day after day after day after ... day, that busted my poor overheated gut. Yes, the Dummies will have the last laugh ... and the first laugh and every laugh betwixt and between for they will melt ignorantly and defiantly into the same discorporate goo as the rest of us in a generation or two. But, on the other hand, it's a dry heat - just like the inside of a pizza oven and I wouldn't want to live there either. Thank you for the broiled BWAHAHAs, Mr. Fitzsimmons!

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I love "discorporate goo" I am sooooo using that. I hope we all go peacefully and not clawing each other's eyes out over a fetid puddle of freshwater in a sweltering Venuisan Hellscape.

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As usual, you nailed this one. The mail and the newspaper aren't rertrieved at my home until the sun goes down. funny funny funny. Hang in there, Fitzy and Ellen.

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this is so completely what it is like for me getting our mail. thank you for expressing my thoughts.

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Brilliant... I watch The Martian and Cast Away back to back, too.

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One of your best so far. Funny but not. My feelings exactly.

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We've escaped but I empathize with those who couldn't and I'm sure this will bring quite a few chuckles, especially to those who have been using potholders to extract mail from those little ovens at the end of the driveway.

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So true!

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🤣😭

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