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Uncle Dave Lewis lives in a hole in the back of his brain, filled with useless trivia about 78 rpm records, silent movies, unfinished symphonies, broken up punk bands from the 80s and other old stuff no one cares about. This is where he goes to let off a little steam- perhaps you will find it useful, perhaps not. Who knows?

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Friday, December 26, 2003

All I Want For Christmas is a Chiropractor

On Christmas Day I woke up fairly early to a hopping child about ready to go through the roof. As I watched her rip and shred through the packages (I always slowly piece them apart, because I was raised in a poor family where we re-used the paper every year) I began to feel all the tension and stress leading up to the Christmas holidays gradually depart from my body.

But after that came some residual payback: all of the injured parts of my body that I was sublimating throughout Christmas began to unwind as well - my neck discovered a crick that was there before, but I was ignoring it. Soon it came back in all its head- paralyzing glory, along with the arthritis-inflamed arteries in the back of my legs and the part of my right hip that is twisted somewhat out of joint.

By noon I was prostrate on the couch, unable to move and seeing nothing but red. It all hurt so bad I was unable to nap, and just watched TV all day. I didn't even have the energy to put some Christmas music on the stereo.

But both child and wife were happy with their presents; the offspring was leaping about all day, to such an extent that our downstairs neighbor just got off the phone with us, trying to figure out if we moved in a pet elephant this Christmas.

Hope yours was as merry.

Uncle Dave Lewis

Bad Joke of the Day

Q: What do you call the appetizer you have that ain't fondue?

A: Fon-DON'T!!

(Try it on your friends!)
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