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Dads?! We Are Men??!! The lame-ass titles alone make me picture some middle-aged white dude creator/writer watching the success of Girls with utter dismay (thinking it's not funny and Lena Dunham is just talentless and lucky) getting all ragey and deciding he wants to do the same for men, because men are getting left…

Yay! Celiac disease is such a pain in the ass. An expensive pain in the asss. I hope this makes things a little easier for us.

For all the crappy things that women need to put up with, I think nature was the worse. Seriously, I see my GF in pain and in a weird/bad mood for about 4 days every month. It seems like it sucks a lot... and I'm pretty sure it probably sucks even more than what it seems.

Then the professional thing to do is submit an 8x10 glossy dick pic with your resume/list of chicks you've banged on the back. Obviously.

What about these kinds of dick pics?

My dear girl/fellow, a crumpet is NOT the same thing as an English muffin. Different taste and texture altogether and a crumpet is the better of the two. If you have a Trader Joes nearby, they offer a decent approximation of crumpets.

Now wait just a minute. I've always been told that men sweat and women perspire. Was this a lie too? Have I been lied too? Does this also affect the farting and tooting deal as well? My entire life is a complete sham. There is no truth.

I wrote a lovely email to Representative Villalba who stunned us with the charming story of his wanted son, which had everything to do with women's rights.

we were watching the sun rise from his roof.
"Pray with me," he said.
I could still see the coke residue on his nostrils.

The premise of this article, that film stardom has lost some its allure relative to stars in other media, is nominally interesting. But this throw-away line toward the end is what caught my attention:

I can't stop laughing.

I love how there's absolutely no instruction on the video. It's just her flapping her arms up and down and bouncing along. There are no moves to explain or describe, no rythm or anything to follow. It's simple! Just skip along waving your arms so people think you've gone off your meds and are trying to fly!

Another benefit is that no one will mug you. Or even make eye-contact.

Is this presidential library largely full of large print picture books and 30,000 copies of the works of Ayn Rand? Because that's all I can really see him reading. The real question is, did Bush provide some totally wicked oil paintings for the lobby?

The red jello on the table when she says "crimson landslide"! The pencil-snap! Best of all, the fart! Goddamn, I really miss the British sense of humour.