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May 12, 2009


Aw crap, Daily Pitchfork had this up, and I couldn't think of anything good there, either. But I half-ass recycle, so,

I love when you smell like bloody hands.

Punk rock girl
Give me a chance
Punk rock girl
Let's go slam dance
We'll dress like Minnie Pearl
Just you and me punk rock girl

i can't come up with anything. Randal knocked it out of the park though.

Finally, something that can make me feel worse than chemotherapy...thanks.

"Mmmmmmm. Is it Rahm Emmanuel or Ram Emmanuel?"

Obsession. For war criminals.
by Calvin Klein.

"I Can't Believe It's Not Butter."



'I'm wearing your thong today, Nancy.'


Just another May-September thing.

(The Republican party may sprout more than it's fair share of male ballet dancers, but they can be manly, too, right?)

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