2002-01-14 | 5:38 p.m.

one day in the street, corduroy licorice passed a guy he didn't know from adam. that may not seem odd to you, but it was to corduroy. you see, adam was a very small town and corduroy could've sworn he'd met all of its residents.

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well, i hate to admit it, but i now have something in common with george dubya bush.

no, not raising two party animal daughters. no, not having a dad who has puked on japanese dignitaries. no, not being able to call the head of enron "kenny boy."

then what is our commonality, you inquire?

we've both choked on food within the past fortnight. and both of us were able to dislodge the offending food morsel to live another day.

you know, in reflecting on this turn of events, i must ponder what would have happened during the clinton administration if monica lewinsky had claimed to have only choked on a pretzel in the white house's private quarters.

i guess it all depends on your definition of "salty snack."

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