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Allow me to play double advocate here for a moment. For all intensive purposes I think you are wrong. In an age where false morals are a diamond dozen, true virtues are a blessing in the skies. We often put our false morality on a petal stool like a bunch of pre-Madonnas, but you all seem to be taking something

"Bill Simmons...by virtue of his size alone...is excellent. ...Bill Simmons...pays real money....for...head. For all its pretense, [Simmons' writing voice]...is really nothing more than a dispenser of...suck."

"I'll tell you how to really sandwich that hot dog..."

"I was." - John Kruk

The seat in this bathroom was also broken; it was just resting stupidly on top of the bowl, and would fall off if you tried to interact with it like a regular seat. It was like this for a little more than six months, and whenever a loud crashing noise would come from that room, nine times out of 10, Craggs would just

sRAtMn = Rage Against The Machine sandwiched by my initials.

Would you say you're an ex-laxer then?

So you're the cam-girl who keeps IMing me at my Yahoo address?

Not really a story, but we have three office bathrooms, and the one located against against the wall is by default the poop bathroom. It is also about 10 feet from Craggs's desk. At least once a day we get "poop smogged," and Craggs will angrily prop open the door to the fire escape to air out the area.

It did not. I would have fainted. It would have eaten me.

Whoever taught Marchman how to eat cereal.

So, I'm telling her that if she doesn't return the mink, I'm gonna lose my shit, right? You know what she says to me?? "You think I can't just get another one of these from Mookie or Doc?"