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When I started out in the journalism profession, on April 1 I called my mom up and begged her to get me a lawyer because I'd been arrested for refusing to reveal a source. She freaked. Badly. I actually felt guilty about that one.
back in high school I got a black rubber band and wrapped it around that black spray thing that's on the kitchen sink. Mom got a blast of water when she went to use the sink.
But she got even. That night we had hotdogs, but mine was hollowed out, the "meat" replaced with a mix of cayenne pepper, chili powder, and tabasco.
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