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Like with a lot of things about Clinton her thinking has probably “evolved” and she can screw the cap on with the best of them.

Many years ago I was having a really crappy day at work and wandered over to the local deli to get a sandwich. It was mobbed, as always, so I had a lot of time to ponder, “Conga, what would make you feel good right now?” And I ordered a bologna and American cheese sandwich with mayonnaise. The counter people knew me

I think just the opposite. His last name was Rodham, so WASPy, and he was getting and eating garlic in suburban Chicago in what, 1950? I bet he was in WWII and served in Italy. That can be the only explanation.

I bet she’s smarter than all of us and has a circle of friends who keep out of the spotlight and help her come up with this premium troll content. She’s the daughter of Bruce Paltrow and Blythe Danner so unless they left her with a particularly dim governess or something I’m sure she had a far more stimulating

You may have glossed over the “PARTNER” since 2004, so she’s still a spinster, since she has not taken the holy vows of matrimony. But it’s good to know that she’s not sitting home alone on a Saturday night, drinking box white wine and talking to her eleven cats.

I do a lot of copy editing (you’d never know it from some of my posts) and often the clients have their own style guides, some of which are a little quirky. Normally all numbers up to ten are spelled out, but ten (or 10) is the great divide. So if she were thankful not to have had 10 or ten surrogates I would have let

My puppy could open a hinged hard case, remove the glasses, pop the lenses out, and chew on the frames contentedly. He did this to us twice.

Does Banana Republic not sex segregate its fitting room areas? Or are you two women? I can’t believe I don’t know this, I used to haunt Banana Repuboic.

My loins stir whenever I hear the phrase “everyday low prices” so maybe it’s just as well that we have no Wal-Marts in NYC.

I’m just the opposite. I love Broadway shows and I hated Sunset Boulevard, mostly because I’ve seen the movie 100 times and the show was basically the movie, word for word, with some catchy tunes thrown in, so I was a little bored. But my husband is a Glenn Close fanboy so off we went. My favorite memory of the show

What made me scream was Malcolm Jamal Warenr dressed like John Philip Sousa about to conduct The Lion King.

There’s this show where some guy, I think he’s Australian, tries to reel in all kinds of monsters that live in water. It’s horrifying. On one episode he traveled to Chernobyl. In one of the cooling pools (more like a man-made pond) lived at least one giant radioactively mutated catfish. Every so often someone is sent

I didn’t really make the connection myself but the moment the mother related this story to me I searched for and found a DVD of “Attack of the 50 Foot Woman” online and had it FedEx’d to her office.

I have a couple of friends who gave their daughter a Hebrew name, I can’t even remember what it is, and they call her “Zilla” as a nickname. They aren’t particularly religious, it was more a cultural thing, so every so often one of them would say, “Oh God, Zilla, what…” They NEVER made the connection until one of

One of the reasons I love Portland so much is my grandmother had family there and she and I used to take the bus up when I was very small. So I was up with the sun anyway. Now, as an adult, eating solid food at 8 AM on a Sunday gives me the dry heaves. It’s on me, not Portland!

And this, my friend, is where gay men are on your side.

I vividly remember the first time I was called sir. I was in a department store returning something my mother had bought. I was 17. And no, I didn’t take the 12:22 into York in 1923 to do this.

Have you ever seen the documentary “Advanced Style”?

But you wouldn’t be able to eat at Sur and have cosmetic surgery at the Botched place.

Yes, but when the develepors showed up they couldn’t call it Beverly Farms, since it was a parched desert, so they altered the name to Beverly Hills (although Beverly Hills is not particularly hilly, but all’s fair in the real estate development game.)