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Here’s a stoneresque thought: when I string together a series of words to make a sentence, chances are pretty good that, if the sentence is of any length, it’s practically unique. The longer the sentence, the better the chances. Take, for example, this innocuous phrase:

It should come as no surprise that Mrs. Higginbotham, a chronic agoraphobe with a nasty case of narcolepsy (the result of a traumatic childhood injury to her windpipe of which she refuses to speak), never earned her driver’s license.

Now google it (don’t forget the quotation marks). See? No one’s ever written that before–or at least no one’s written it and posted it to the web.

That’s kinda nifty, if you ask me: endless possibilities for expression. Steer clear of cliches and catchphrases, and most of what you say will be your own.

And no, I’m not baked. As luck would have it, I do have Rolling Kansas playing muted in the background, but all I can think of is, “Dag, that James Roday’s cute.”