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The Losers' Future
It's an important first in American history.— November 8, 2008 4:31 p.m.
Letters
Oh no! I was funny once. I swear.— November 7, 2008 2:10 p.m.
Movin' On Up
Yes.— October 31, 2008 12:05 p.m.
Movin' On Up
I work alone here, Hoo.— October 31, 2008 9:25 a.m.
Movin' On Up
I told you I dragged my you-know-whats all over half the silverware and most of the doorknobs. And. The coffee mug with a pony on it.— October 30, 2008 11:18 a.m.
Letters
Down with the Crasher! Up with Remote Control King!— October 29, 2008 5:09 p.m.
Ollie 2012!
Ollie the Writer Six Pack Average is my full name, but only my father calls me that when he's pissed off.— October 29, 2008 11:07 a.m.
The Palin Analogies
You are.— October 13, 2008 6:18 a.m.
The Palin Analogies
Tiki, that's my job. I'm entertaining and informative. Wait. No. I'm drunk and slovenly, everything else is at best a by-product. Happy Friday to us, every one.— October 10, 2008 1:01 p.m.
The Palin Analogies
Ms Grant, really? Barf analogies? If the censors were off, I'd really blow your hair back with my masturbation euphemisms. Momo, it was bound to happen any day now. Someone dispelling my charade as a competent writer was a forgone conclusion, the only mystery was when and whom. Mark Scha, who knew merkins were so popular? I'm wearing three right now, one over each eyebrow and one in Dick Cheney's "Undisclosed Location," if you know what I mean. (Ms Grant can explain it to you.)— October 9, 2008 5:44 p.m.