They come from the balls of hell.

It's, yeah, it's, yeah!

The Dana Ghouldauer,

John the Worms and Swampras, run around your feet.

Part of dogs, it kills a calf, it ate the canary, what is true?

Once again, welcome back.

Well, summer's almost gone.

The kids are getting ready to go back to school and fall is in the offing.

And here in the Mall Hall and Drive View shelf, that means only one thing.

We only have four more months of blistering heat.

But I'm still in an autumnal frame of mind.

I dropped off my oldest daughter at college for her first semester.

It's odd.

The last three years of high school, three of the four, are dedicated to do your PSATs,

do your SATs, do your IRBs.

Get a good grade.

You've got to go to a good college, college tours, applications, you've got to do your college

essays.

You've got to go look at colleges.

You've got to get into a good college, college, college, college.

And after all that hard work, damned if they don't get into a great college.

And then you're just about to drop them off and you think, wait a minute, where the hell

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