"Your mouth stinks"

Not "want some gum?" or "check your breath" or even, "time to tame that halitosis, dude". No, the wife told me the other day "your mouth stinks" and what can I say? Some fellows worry about whether their wives are being completely honest with them. I've never had to.
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Cripes, I completely forgot to mention that I received my complementary copy of this a little over a week ago. Not sure if it's actually, physically on the shelves yet, but that's two me-illustrated X-Box/Playstation 2/GameCube games under my belt.

Don't bother looking for my hidden signature on this one, alas. This thing was done and out the door before it occured to me to get sneaky.
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And while I'm feeling like a dweeb remembering old news, a much-belated congratulations to Dave and Johanna Matheny on the recent birth of little Maxwell.

(Isn't that a terrific name? Am I the only one who's irritated by the mundane cookie-cutter extremes of baby naming? If it isn't friggin' Jacob, Michael, Joshua, Ashley, Emma or Hannah in this day and age, you can bet your boots it's some other ridiculous extreme like Apple or Carrington or Soleil Moonfrye. When's the last time you saw a baby named Horace or Byron or Olive or Lydia? Those are great names, man, and they're just sitting there, waiting for popularity!)
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Bush seems to have recouped a bit of dignity in the last two debates, but this thing is still a tough call. Pretty merciful that these debates are over, both candidates were beginning to turn into broken records by the end.