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Tag Archives: followers
I never knew how much I used Facebook, until my link stopped working and I couldn’t log on for several days. It’s all fixed now. However, those of you who followed me on Facebook before that link failure may need … Continue reading
Nice little play on words, right? I considered naming the photo “Dumb As A Post” but apparently I have one or more followers with somewhat fragile psyches who might be personally offended. Anyway. I suppose I could have titled the … Continue reading
Originally posted on nickclaussen.com:
After two weeks without posting anything, I would like to take some responsibility and offer an explanation. It’s not my fault. Thank you. I felt I needed to get that off of my chest. I…