Me, to the bird: "You're a little feathered terror. I'm glad you're not the size of a cockatoo."
J.: "She's just a cocka-one."
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- In the theater
- E-mail of the day
- It's French, b!tch
- Sacred, part II
- Pigeons
- Talking towards the TV
- When there's smoke, there's no fire truck
- See you on the seacoast of Bohemia
- Ugh.
- You want a coronary bypass with that?
- The faux megillah
- More spring cleaning
- The sex, the city, the style, the sniping
- How to solve all the world's problems
- In the news, world and local
- Philadelphia
- States and songs
- Non-intelligent criminal
- I hereby dub thee...trite
- Late-spring cleaning
- Talking to the TV
- D-day b-day
- The bird
- My controversy's bigger than your controversy
- Nifty etymology of the day
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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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