One day, while I was having lunch with my friends Bob Z. (a.k.a. Captain Cynic) and Dave Mundie, Bob launched into the following monologue:
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Dave -- It's too bad you don't have any daughters. 'Cause if you did, you could have named one of them Gloria. And then, if she had to take her car to the shop to be fixed for the 27th time, the mechanic could look at it, sigh, and say "It's the sick transit of Gloria Mundie"
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There was a long pause followed by a general groan. Now
THAT story was evil incarnate.