Nov 24 2008

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Sharon shook her head. “I dunno, sometimes Greg is just plain weird. He’s like a parrot, he hears something on TV or reads it in a book and repeats it right back.”

“No, not a parrot,” said Brigid. “He’s like a mockingbird. He hears a bunch of stuff, jumbles it all together, and then spits it back out at random and out of context in a mixed-up mess.”

“I prefer to think of myself as a noble and majestic falcon,” Greg said.

“Hush you,” said Brigid. “Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt?”

“That’s another one of Greg’s annoying habits,” said Sharon. “He has no manners.”

-The Gneech

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Nov 19 2008

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Greg raised himself to his full height, cleared his throat, and announced, “‘The Streets of San Francisco’ is sponsored by Martini and Rossi Asti Spumante, and will return after these messages.”

Brigid shook her head. “I do wish you’d stop trying to beat me up with my own childhood,” she said.

“Riuniti on ice? That’s nice,” Greg replied.

-The Gneech

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