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Silly Rabbit, he has no reflection in a mirror.

There, there.

Please add to wishlist: Capacity to lower or raise volume by tapping on whichever one is not being used to answer calls and summon Siri. It’s a pain in the ass to have to ask Siri to lower and raise the volume. That’s my only complaint.

Channellock makes some nice ones.

Are those shoes actually sandals made from old car tires?

Very cat like. I commend you.

Tarred and thriftshopped.

Who would you rather see walk into a small room, sit down at an un-mic’d piano, and play and sing several of her own compositions? Who’s the musician, and who’s an act?

That’s some full-on wet suit work there, my brother.

That actually was a real problem with Berettas until they modified the design. If you knew the moves, you could dismantle it from the front with one hand in a matter of seconds.

Wasn’t there an NY chess team called the Threats?

Same boat. Been uploading pictures to GM sites for years then all of a sudden a few months back, it’s a no-go. Tried Firefox, Chrome, Waterfox, and Safari--none works. I even created a new account, but no joy.

Some people are just no damn good.

It isn’t a Christmas song. Why do people keep trying to make it into one?

Get all the Percocet 10/325's you can. I hurts like raw fuck for a while, but then you’re so glad you went ahead and did it.

“... he started going on about how he thinks jewelry should highlight a woman’s natural beauty and not transport a message.”

If it’s really been “one of those days,” I drink late into the evening until I feel an irresistible urge to blast Stand Back and Edge of Seventeen over the headphones; then I queue up the Stevie playlist on iTunes, put on the wireless headphones, take off my clothes, turn out the lights, and dance around the kitchen (b…

Sampling, man.

All those “massages.”