My life is complete: there is, indeed, a Web site called shoes.com. Oh boy oh boy oh boy...
(If this does not excite, nay, drive you wild with joy, you are clearly not a woman.)
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- Mink gone wild
- Who needs genetic engineering?
- Quote of the day
- The importance of word choice
- Oh, shut up.
- Two for Tuesday
- And having writ...
- Dept. of Justice And/Or the Law
- The cost of...reading?
- Work?
- What, he's in the news again?
- Democracy: 1. Hypocrisy: 0.
- In the movies
- I'm drunk. Bear that in mind.
- No, no, no!
- Dead man talking?
- Oooooooooohhhhhhhh!
- Build your own hell!
- Rodents (not mice)
- Unfortunate name of the day
- Spam
- Adventures in policing
- What not to say
- Power, again (or not again)
- Holidays
- Overheard
- Half-Assed Apology Dept.
- Bugs
- Power: off. On. Off. On. Off. Fuck it.
- Music, or whatever, for the masses
- Ticket for tomorrow
- Size matters
- More than six words
- Unsent
- Department of Let's Get Real
- Hey, I'm not stupid!
- Hey, I'm not unattractive!
- When nature messes with man's messing with nature
- Headline of the day
- Overengineered product of the day
- Glowing mice
- On TV, barring act of God
- The media and the message
- Fruit
- By the...sea?
- Spiny mice
- Editing: the aftermath
- Awake now
- Ugh.
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About Me
- Abby
- Born on a mountain top in Tennessee, Killed him a b'ar when he was only three... No, wait, that's Davy Crockett. Let's try again: Born in a hospital in Delaware, Thirty-four years old and never killed a bear.
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