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The continuation of Skiing Uphill and Boregasm, Zug is 'the little blog that could.'

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Name: Ed Waldo
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I am a fictional construct originally conceived as a pen name for articles in the Los Angeles FREE PRESS at the 2000 Democratic Convention. The plume relating to the nom in question rests in the left hand of Hart Williams, about whom, the less said, the better. Officially "SMEARED" by the Howie Rich Gang . GIT'CHER ZUG SWAG HERE!

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

The Old Zug Mailbag

Received this email from a regular reader (referencing Sunday's "What I Learned from the Death of Elvis"):

An uncanny coincidence:

A friend of mine [more accurate would be "a friend of a friend"] died two weeks ago from a heart attack after taking his morning shit.

His mother found him in the bathtub, his pants around his ankles.

He was 50 years old, or thereabouts.

When I heard how he died, my first thought was this:

"That's how Elvis died."
As they ought to say: "A word to the wise ought to be sufficient."

Courage.

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