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I wish the conversation had kept going. A harlot? No. A fallen women then? No. Well she's a floozy, right? Exactly how many derogatory terms do you know, child?

I almost got into trouble for shouting "down in front" during the last piece of Handel's Messiah. How was I to know the audience is supposed to stand for 'hallelujah'?

I hate balls too . . . and I have them.

Herman Cain: I've finished my book but I don't think I've got the title quite right.

He should have lowered the ISO rating on his sprinkles.

You asked her what's wrong and she responded, "You should know."

Yikes. That sucks.

You have a valid point (the one that the article was trying to make). I have a good relationship with my dentist. He advises when we should wait and when we shouldn't. I guess if you feel good about your dentist, go with their reccomendation. In either case, it's not a life or death situation as the article

"If you're going to submit yourself to painful prodding and awkward open-mouthed small talk, it seems like you'd want to know that it's absolutely necessary."

Is that license plate trying to be ironic. Those children are clearly drowning in a polluted yellow ocean. Does anybody else see this?

Finally there is a "new and easy" way to put on 10 pounds. Prayers answered.

"So remember that, middle managers of the world: unless you've got enough intellect, creativity, and drive that people will accept your behavior on any terms (and trust me, you don't), it might not hurt to play it nice."

" we'll all probably someday be killed by ever evolving antibiotic resistant superbugs"

Hate faxes aren't very green.

Two words: white people.

This stuff always seems to be a bit more about the woman than the man. Ex: Trust Dust does not come in Bacon, Chicken Wing, or New Car flavors.

It's not like she eats that all the time. When she has company, she might only eat 3 lbs of meat while drinking from the gravy boat with a straw.

Meh. Not impressed. Let's see her try and keep down a modest plateful of my Mom's dry ass turkey with a side of her signature liver-gravy.

Things don't change. In my day we had the Air Jammer Road Rammer.

I love your comment. I just wish you had generalized a bit more.