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“Time to sit and contemplate life. As I sit and contemplate, I begin to realize how short our lives actually are. I need to do something... but when I'm involved with a project, I lose track of time. I turn around and years of my life are suddenly gone. If... I sit and do nothing... then... time seems to slow... to a crawl... but... I accomplish nothing. If I could manage to do something and nothing at the same time, it'll seem like life lasts forever. But I'm wasting time thinking about wasting time. Perhaps there's something on the tee-vee.”

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Book:Too Much Coffee Man's Parade of Tirade
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Too Much Coffee Man's Parade of Tirade

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Shannon Wheeler

Shannon Wheeler, born on August 13, 1966, is an accomplished cartoonist from the United States. Known for his unique and humorous style, his works have gained popularity among readers worldwide. more

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