The Long and Winding Road
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Wednesday, July 07, 2004
Whistling dixie
I've got to be the only person I know who cannot whistle. I keep trying and trying, and I simply can't do it. The closest I can get is a short, high-pitched squeak. My sister thinks this is hilarious. My dog thinks it's bloody irritating.
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