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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.
Posted by: Randal Graves | May 12, 2009 at 01:29 PM
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
Posted by: BDR | May 12, 2009 at 04:59 PM
i can't come up with anything. Randal knocked it out of the park though.
Posted by: Montag | May 12, 2009 at 05:49 PM
Finally, something that can make me feel worse than chemotherapy...thanks.
Posted by: The CultureGhost | May 12, 2009 at 06:08 PM
"Mmmmmmm. Is it Rahm Emmanuel or Ram Emmanuel?"
Posted by: Mike | May 13, 2009 at 03:59 AM
Obsession. For war criminals.
by Calvin Klein.
Posted by: Agi | May 13, 2009 at 06:21 AM
"I Can't Believe It's Not Butter."
Regards,
Tengrain
Posted by: Tengrain | May 13, 2009 at 08:09 AM
'I'm wearing your thong today, Nancy.'
;>)
Posted by: darkblack | May 13, 2009 at 02:18 PM
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?)
Posted by: Lisa | May 14, 2009 at 04:08 PM