48 was not skipped.
i did not skip this. i did not. no skipping.
none. no sir-eee.
no, there was a list recently published of people who skipped number 48, and i was not on it. i checked my sources, my calculator, my sandwich, my fork shaped like a giraffe. number 48 was not skipped. skipped was my lou, my butterfly, my karic net. skipped was my disc, my back-room under-table dealings. skipped was all the upper-case letters in this post except for That t. skipped was were will be this town when the law comes back from thrice vacationing at the bottom of lake champlain.
monsters are skipped. protocol is skipped. stiches in time are skipped, and therefore nine are not saved. maybe three or four. not nine.
many, many, many things are skipped. but not number 48. maybe it should have been.
john cafferty.
this is getting hard to do.

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It may be getting hard to do, but it's still quite entertaining.
I don't get out much, though. I see your next post is about taking a blog break. I'm preparing to pitch a large fit.
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