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Paris Hilton, Spaghetti Cat and Sarah Palin: What Are Things We Haven’t Seen The Last Of?

Pajiba Love / Stacey Nosek

Pajiba Love | September 10, 2008 | Comments (79)


We finally learn the history of Spaghetti Cat, and also Mike & Juliet declare fake war on “The Soup,” presumably for giving them the most attention their stupid talk show has ever had. Makes sense. (DListed)

Did you guys know that Paris Hilton had a documentary about herself coming out? I am so calling that review… If I can wrestle it away from Dan, that is. (WIMB)

53% of white women choose Sarah Palin. Meanwhile 47% of white women are seriously checking out real estate in fucking Canada. (QuizLaw)

It’s no wonder that we’re all emotionally defeated, downtrodden and resigned to whatever other shit gets flung at us these days. (NY Times)

Take a trip back to the olden days via these hilariously politically incorrect advertisements to see how sexist and horrible we used to be! (ASWOBA)

Jessica Alba’s baby is already as boring as Jessica Alba. (Celebslam)

There’s some interactive online game as a promotion for Shia LaBeouf’s new film Eagle Eye, and I haven’t tried it yet but according to Evil Beet it’s pretty fun. (EagleEyeFreeFall)

Gross. Somebody is auctioning off a pair of Michael Jackson’s size-28 dirty drawers. Uhhhh, doesn’t ebay have a policy about that? (YBNBY)

To cable networks, “hurricanes are nature’s missing white girls.” Anyway here are the top Daily Show Hurricane Coverage moments. (CC Insider)

These are great: more Politics: The Gathering Cards. (MightyGodKing)

Like me, Hayden Panettiere is obviously aware of the flattering benefits of short girl + mini dress. (Popoholic)

I am in no way interested in consuming TombStone pizza whatsoever, yet a vending machine which dispenses TombStone pizza sounds like the most fascinating thing in the world to me. (Slice)

It’s a bird! It’s a plane! NO! It’s a Boston Terrier! (Cute Overload)

Are you guys getting sick of these Get Your War On clips yet? Because honestly, they’re my new favorite thing ever. And I think this episode might be the funniest yet:

Pajiba Love brought to you by Stacey Nosek, who can be reached via email here.


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Comments

Are you guys getting sick of these Get Your War On clips yet?

Oh, fuck no! I love these things.

I'm a bit surprised you didn't include the latest about the Palin family...It's not politics; it's gossip!

Posted by: Jerce at September 10, 2008 12:22 PM

53% of white women choose Sarah Palin. Meanwhile 47% of white women are seriously checking out real estate in fucking Canada.

So...somebody better get Saskatchewan ready for some refugees then. Popejenn, care to get Manitoba ready for overflow?

Posted by: lordhelmet at September 10, 2008 12:23 PM

Hm. Why have I never thought to douche with Lysol? maybe that's why my husband doesn't love me anymore...

Posted by: Anna von Beaverplatz at September 10, 2008 12:23 PM

Ooh, don't do that AvB, you might poison Bucdaddy.

Posted by: Julie at September 10, 2008 12:26 PM

Ahh, the Lysol Douche! Come for the searing burn, stay for the septic dyspepsia! Refresh yourself!

And also try Tampax Charcoal Breeze Tampons with Fresh Step Kitty Litter Odor Control!

Posted by: Mella at September 10, 2008 12:29 PM

With the exception of the magical machine that dispenses pizza (which is clearly a gift from baby Jesus), this reads like a list of reasons to expect the Apocalypse... like, imminently.

Posted by: TK at September 10, 2008 12:30 PM

And also try Tampax Charcoal Breeze Tampons with Fresh Step Kitty Litter Odor Control!

Complete with Sandpaper Freshening Wipes!

Posted by: Julie at September 10, 2008 12:32 PM

Julie,

You complete me.

*draws heart shape in the air with fingers*

Posted by: Mella at September 10, 2008 12:35 PM

And also try Tampax Charcoal Breeze Tampons with Fresh Step Kitty Litter Odor Control!

Complete with Sandpaper Freshening Wipes!

And for those feeling less than fresh, why not try a cleansing douche made from lye and the blood of your firstborn! Why not turn your vagina into a screaming pit of agony? Four out of five women agreed at gunpoint (The last was shot), it truly is the future of vaginal care!

Posted by: Jeremy at September 10, 2008 12:42 PM

okay. That Lysol ad is out of control and irresponsible. Favorite part, you ask?

"No greasy aftereffect." umm, WHAT?!

It's strange to think that not too long ago, sex was referred to as "married love" - the creepy factor is up to "11."

Posted by: Estelle at September 10, 2008 12:46 PM

Oh Jerce!

As if I weren't already completely depressed by this election. You know the oxycontin thing now gives her some appeal to a whole new demographic of rural voters with rotting teeth. We are so fucked. And forget Canada: it's sandwiched between Alaska and the lower 48, so easily annexable. Anyone care to join me back in Ireland where I plan to raise free range hens and wake up at 3 am to post comments on Pajiba for about three months before the McCain/Palin regime closes it down? All that Green Card paperwork gone to waste.

Posted by: PaddyDog at September 10, 2008 12:50 PM

I'm naming my next band Lysol Douche. Maybe even my next kid.

Posted by: Che Grovera at September 10, 2008 12:51 PM

I'm having a brainstorm. Pajiba Brand Feminine Hygiene Products.

"Because Vagooters are Icky!"

Posted by: Mella at September 10, 2008 12:54 PM

Key to a successful marriage: keep your feminine folds clean and lemon fresh.

Posted by: Julie at September 10, 2008 12:57 PM

The term "vagooter" will never cease to make me laugh.

Posted by: Julie at September 10, 2008 1:00 PM

Hardly anything grosses me out, but "feminine folds" may have just done it. Ew!

Posted by: Kolby at September 10, 2008 1:01 PM

"Vagooter" sounds like a hybrid of Vagina and shooter, so maybe it's for squirters only.

Posted by: Sofía at September 10, 2008 1:04 PM

Key to a successful marriage: keep your feminine folds clean and lemon fresh.

I'm all for clean feminine folds, but why does the lemon need to be fresh? For the lemon party?

Posted by: Che Grovera at September 10, 2008 1:04 PM

Barbado approves of the Lysol advert, it evokes back to when Ho's KNEW their place.

*remembers fondly*

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at September 10, 2008 1:04 PM

Sofia

It's actually a hybrid of "Vagina" and the much classier "Cooter", but in the context of this thread, I'm imagining a vagooter that squirts Mop N' Glo.

Posted by: Mella at September 10, 2008 1:09 PM

When your nauseating lady parts are too filthy for mere soap and water, use Lysol.

Lysol. Because he thinks you're a pig.

Lysol. When Draino just won't do.

"Whew! Are we having tuna for dinner?" Use Lysol or smell like a fish market.

Lysol. And why don't you lose some weight while you're at it?

Clean your cunt, bitch. Use Lysol.

Posted by: Tracer Bullet at September 10, 2008 1:10 PM

When your nauseating lady parts are too filthy for mere soap and water, use Lysol.

Lysol. Because he thinks you're a pig.

Lysol. When Draino just won't do.

"Whew! Are we having tuna for dinner?" Use Lysol or smell like a fish market.

Lysol. And why don't you lose some weight while you're at it?

Clean your cunt, bitch. Use Lysol.

Posted by: Tracer Bullet at September 10, 2008 1:13 PM

Paris Hilton's autobiography? Who in the hell would want to see that? Won't it just contain the following:

- Man Paris
- the worst sex tape ever
- being rich is hard
- that's hot
- how Nikki is the "smrt" one
- the various "feuds" she has been involved in
- the various diseases she has had
- befriending Britney
- her new weave line
- the Nicole Ritchie incident
- "The Simple Life"
- her clothing line

I think I covered it all. Have I forgotten anything?

Posted by: Melody at September 10, 2008 1:14 PM

It's actually a hybrid of "Vagina" and the much classier "Cooter", but in the context of this thread, I'm imagining a vagooter that squirts Mop N' Glo.

I never stop learning from you. :)

Posted by: Sofía at September 10, 2008 1:15 PM

OK, where's the ad for dick cleaner? You know, a long q-tip-ish type stick to ram inside the penis hole (with some nice, "non-caustic" disinfectant conveniently located in the pre-soaked applicator). What the fuck? Men stink too.

Posted by: Cindy at September 10, 2008 1:20 PM

I'm with Cindy.

Posted by: Sofía at September 10, 2008 1:22 PM

Amen Bob Hebert!

Posted by: Cindy at September 10, 2008 1:24 PM

Paddy, I'd come with you except for the fact that while Ireland is beautiful and I greatly enjoyed my time there, the weather made me want to die at least twice a week. I'm looking at the Bahamas or maybe Spain.

Does anyone ever sit back and wonder what we're currently doing to our vagooters that's going to be absolutely horrifying to people two generations from now? I bet it's waxing. Still, Lysol=terrifying thoughts.

Cindy, your ideas intrigue me and I wish to subscribe to your newsletter.

Posted by: Genny (also Rusty) at September 10, 2008 1:29 PM

Cindy - you're forgetting about the balls. Those fuckers stink to high wherever it is that Godtopus lives and reigns. I recommend someone invent an electric nut washer, maybe something resembling an eggbeater but with bristles?

Posted by: Kolby at September 10, 2008 1:30 PM

Don't get me started on skid marks.

Posted by: Cindy at September 10, 2008 1:31 PM

Genny (Rusty):

I'm intrigued. Can you elaborate? Since douching was discredited back when I was a teenager, what is it that "we" are doing to our vaginas these days? Foreign objects? Small furry animals? Also, you wax your vagina? Not the surrounding area, the actual vagina? I'm repulsed and yet....

Posted by: PaddyDog at September 10, 2008 1:33 PM

Dear God, everyone... RUN! THEY'VE GONE WILD! THE GIRLS HAVE GONE WILD!!!!

Posted by: TK at September 10, 2008 1:35 PM

LADIES, ladies... simmer down.

Methinks that the ugly, smelly, reality...the unwashed truth, as it were, is that there are some hygiene issues around this here parts...

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at September 10, 2008 1:35 PM

Paddy- count me in.

Posted by: tamatha at September 10, 2008 1:36 PM

Kolby that's brilliant. Maybe we can put together a kind of one-two punch gadget.

Posted by: Cindy at September 10, 2008 1:37 PM

"Methinks that the ugly, smelly, reality...the unwashed truth, as it were, is that there are some hygiene issues around this here parts..."

Pun intended???

Posted by: PaddyDog at September 10, 2008 1:39 PM

Oh, common people. A cooter is a turtle. I have them in my backyard. Their full name is the common cooter, or is that Paris Hilton. I guess I'll have to wait for her documentary to find out for sure.

Posted by: BWeaves at September 10, 2008 1:39 PM

Cindy - I can already smell the profits. Or maybe that's the collective Pajiban coochie/pecker stink. I can't be sure.

Posted by: Kolby at September 10, 2008 1:41 PM

You know the oxycontin thing now gives her some appeal to a whole new demographic of rural voters with rotting teeth.

Nah. That demographic isn't smart or motivated enough to figure out how to register to vote.

Does anyone ever sit back and wonder what we're currently doing to our vagooters that's going to be absolutely horrifying to people two generations from now?

I already know: labial plastic surgery. There's a fad that can't die fast enough.

I've seen ads touting Lysol as a douche going as far back as the 20s. In those days, disinfection was a fairly new concept to the masses, and "sanitary" was a marketing catchword; you can see it everywhere in ad campaigns from that era.

What surprises me far more is the implication in these ads that women might actually want to have sex. Shudders!

Posted by: Jerce at September 10, 2008 1:41 PM

Ooh! Ooh! I've got another!

"For the treatment of embarrassing vaginal yeast infections, Pajiba presents the Cherry Bomb, an M-80 suppository! Blast away the unpleasant odor and interminable itching with the only yeast infection treatment that cauterizes as it heals!"

Posted by: Mella at September 10, 2008 1:42 PM

Paddy, I don't see commercials for douches anymore, but those "feminine wipes" that are basically baby wipes are coming into vogue. Also, scented tampons and/or pads, which are the bane of my existence. And as far as foreign objects, are you familiar with the Diva Cup?

And I, personally, don't wax. Although I am aware that some women do go for the...uh, scorched earth option there. For some it is just a bikini line touch up. But the idea of waxing already horrifies me, nevermind on such a delicate area.

Posted by: Genny (also Rusty) at September 10, 2008 1:42 PM

Hmm... G(aR), you bring up a good point. I need a lot of sunshine--even though the sun is not a friend to my pale self. And I love snorkeling.

Posted by: tamatha at September 10, 2008 1:43 PM

Tamatha, I thought your comment above was referencing Genny's comment on waxing and therefore immediately imagined a vagina snorkeling...which is a mental picture from which I will never recover.

Posted by: Julie at September 10, 2008 1:49 PM

Julie:

I also thought "I need a lot of sunshine" was a waxing-related comment. Maybe I need to log off for a while.

Posted by: PaddyDog at September 10, 2008 1:57 PM

Husbands, have you been pushed out of the bedroom again? Relegated to the ugly couch in the den? Is kitty not purring when you're around anymore? Perhaps it's time for the handy-dandy Bat and Ball Funk Buster? In two quick steps you'll be back in baby's arms.

Step One: Unwrap the Defunkifying Wand from its plastic wrapper. Squat (either in the shower or over a toilet), hold the D-Wand in one hand, and your other wand in your other hand. Now gently, but firmly push the plush, non-caustic applicator into your penis-hole, swirling in a circular motion as you go. Pull the applicator out. (Caution: Do this slowly. If the plush end does not come out with the applicator, report to your nearest emergency room immediately.) Wrap the used applicator in its plastic wrap and place in wastebasket.

Step 2: Remove the Ball Bather from the box. Insert two AA batteries into the battery compartment as directed (see Diagram 1). Hold the top of the Ball Bather (see diagram 2) with one hand and lift your testicles up with the other hand. Use the thumb of your first hand to flip the Ball Bather's power switch to the "on" position. Being careful not to allow your pubic hair to interfere with the operation of the Ball Bather (if this happens go to your nearest emergency room), run the moving brushes slowly around your testicles in a circular motion. Repeat until you have cleaned all areas. Using your thumb again, flip the Ball Bather's power switch to the "off" position. Place it back in the box until the next use.

Now you can feel good about yourself again. No more worrying about that offensive odor. The Bat and Ball Funk Buster is guaranteed to get you back in the bedroom.

Posted by: Cindy at September 10, 2008 1:58 PM

Cooter....

HA!

I am allergic to cats and dogs. However, I said to my fiancee that I would allow one pet. We would get a bulldog and we would have to name him Cooter.

I am not from the South, I am from Los Angeles, but I must have some curious bloodlines.

I don't wax either. I have a team of Japanese Bonsai artists come once a month and shape my man bush. This month it's a swan.

Posted by: Rubble44 at September 10, 2008 2:00 PM

I'm imagining a vagooter that squirts Mop N' Glo.

Like a Swiffer?

Posted by: Wednesday at September 10, 2008 2:02 PM

Word is that Paris, Not France documentary being seen at the Toronto Film Fest is being screened once and will never been seen again in its current form, pending legal action. Apparently Paris' camp doesn't like the slant it takes, so you might never get to do that review.

Posted by: DarthCorleone at September 10, 2008 2:06 PM

4 out of 5 appealingly dainty Pajiba males use a Lysol Prince Albert to combat intimacy-killing dickcheese.

Posted by: Kris at September 10, 2008 2:15 PM

I have a team of Japanese Bonsai artists come once a month and shape my man bush. This month it's a swan.

Do they have these people on the east coast? And do they have a window where you can watch, like at the car wash?

Posted by: Anna von Beaverplatz at September 10, 2008 2:16 PM

"4 out of 5 appealingly dainty Pajiba males", "Lysol Prince Albert", "intimacy-killing dickcheese."


And there we have three of the five magical phrases that make my vagooter cry.

Posted by: Mella at September 10, 2008 2:19 PM

"Thus 'Lysol' acts in a way that makeshifts like soap, salt, or soda never can."

I think I barfed in my mouth a little when I contemplated putting soap, salt or soda up my vagooter.

I'm assuming it's baking soda and not drinking soda they're talking about (although either one is gross). Cuz the sugar would do nothing good to the lady-bits.

Posted by: Pea at September 10, 2008 2:19 PM

I forgot to say, I don't believe in waxing my Swiffer. It's like 1972... in my pants.

Posted by: Anna von Beaverplatz at September 10, 2008 2:19 PM

Bwa ha ha ha ha ha!!!!

Posted by: Julie at September 10, 2008 2:21 PM

Pea, don't you know that if you douche with Coke or Dr.Pepper after unprotected sex, you won't get pregnant?

And all of Pajiba land just found out that I'm from white trash. Pass the Natty Boh.

Posted by: Genny (also Rusty) at September 10, 2008 2:22 PM

Ooooh... we had one of those Tombstone machines at our university for like a year, but then they took it and moved it into the business school lounge no one other than MBA students is allowed to use, and which the MBA students don't use. So then it went away forever because no one used it.

And you know what? It was fucking delicious. It used to be right next to my English classroom, and had 3 kinds of pizza, fries, and Oreo chocolate brownies. The brownies were SO GOOD. It heats everything perfectly before it comes out in a little tray at the bottom. The fries were OK, and actually came out crispy, and the pizza was great for microwave deep dish singles--just like those little personal Red Baron deep dish pizzas. Yum. That was the way to start the day...

Posted by: AnnArrogance at September 10, 2008 2:41 PM

This is just the most vagina-centric pop culture website. Yay.

As for the 53% of white women? My husband had this groovy idea for the Obama store: Obama towels with the slogan "Don't Panic." I would totally buy one.

Posted by: megbon at September 10, 2008 2:42 PM

Anna....

It's strictly a West Coast operation right now, but I will do what I can to get photos up here on the site when they come next month. I'm torn between a starfish or Don Knotts as Ralph Furley in a cowboy hat. They are that precise.

Or I may just let it grow out. My junk looks like Larry Fine when I do that.

Posted by: Rubble44 at September 10, 2008 2:42 PM

I bought a male friend a 'Ball-cleaner' once. It was supposed to be a golfing accessory, but I think it could be repurposed easily enough....

Posted by: Tarn at September 10, 2008 2:47 PM

You know, Genny (Rusty), I would actually believe that about Coke. And the vast amount of acid in the Coke would probably also cauterize your innards at the same time, preventing all future pregnancies.

Posted by: Pea at September 10, 2008 3:48 PM

Men stink too.

There is simply no mystery here and no excuse other than just blatantly poor hygiene. It has nothing to do with sticking anything inside anything else. You want to get a gender war going, keep making threats about our exit-only pee-holes.

Step 1: Rub wife's/significant other's Olay liquid soap liberally on frank, beans, buns, and all appurtenant areas.

Step 2: Take detachable handled shower head and spray liberally all around.

Step 3: Repeat until it stops feeling good or the shower runs out of hot water.

That bad boy is ready for its own spot at cotillion at that point.

Posted by: socalledonlycousins at September 10, 2008 3:48 PM

Also, am I the only one relieved to see that Toonces is working again?

Posted by: socalledonlycousins at September 10, 2008 3:50 PM

The spaghetti cat drives?

Posted by: Sarina at September 10, 2008 4:00 PM

Finally, a talk show couple more irritating than Regis and Kathy/Kelly. Can't wait to see what Joel does to them on the next "The Soup."

Did you notice the bread being advertized was "Cellophane" brand? Thin, plastic, transparent bread...now that's appetizing.Mmmm!

And that Lysol ad made me snap my legs shut in a heartbeat.

Posted by: rlr260 at September 10, 2008 4:12 PM

males use a Lysol Prince Albert to combat intimacy-killing dickcheese

I bought a male friend a 'Ball-cleaner' once. It was supposed to be a golfing accessory, but I think it could be repurposed easily enough....

NO! Just no... I think we have a miscommunication occurring about the proper treatment of the Male organ. Putting things inside it? BAD. Putting the dangly bits into a viscous crushing, tumbling and bristly machine? ALSO BAD.

This has been a public service announcement.

Posted by: the_wakeful at September 10, 2008 4:13 PM

Paddy, I'd come with you except for the fact that while Ireland is beautiful and I greatly enjoyed my time there, the weather made me want to die at least twice a week.

Word, Genny (also Rusty) - we've had some of the worst flooding I've ever seen around Dublin this summer. I'd kill for some sunshine right about now. And PaddyDog, bear in mind that you'd be escaping the anti-abortion religious nutcase to come back to...a crazy little Catholic island with no legalised abortion and some weirdly right-wing social policies. Plus, looming recession. That's not gonna be fun.

Posted by: Shay at September 10, 2008 4:19 PM

You want to get a gender war going, keep making threats about our exit-only pee-holes.

Oh, but it's all fun and games when we get out the Lysol douche? I don't want any gender war, just fair play.

Posted by: Cindy at September 10, 2008 4:53 PM

Obama towels with the slogan "Don't Panic."

There's also this

http://punditkitchen.com/2008/09/05/political-pictures-barack-obama-chill-out-got-this/

while Ireland is beautiful and I greatly enjoyed my time there, the weather made me want to die at least twice a week. I'm looking at the Bahamas or maybe Spain.

First you make me cry with the hair growing, then you make me cry by reminding me that you like being from Miami, whereas I find it to be a great cosmic joke played on me (though my favorite colors are orange and green. My soul appears to be a Canes fan).

But there are some more pale red haired girls who live in the clouds and rain and like it, right, Paddy? Some?

Dammit, I've got to at least get myself out to the PNW. I have had HAD IT with this sun shit!

Posted by: Jay at September 10, 2008 5:31 PM

And continuing my weekly theme of mentioning random, weirdly sexual references, has anyone here read "Even Cowgirls get the Blues?" Isn't there a scene where the cowgirls fight back against the evil douche company CEO who is horrified by the smell of vaginas by dropping their pants? (*Evil ceo is also very gay, which may have been an unfortunate statement of some kind but was hopefully just meant to imply that straight men are generally fine with the smell of vagina)
Also. I am on the west coast now :( I hate it.

Posted by: s. pisaster at September 10, 2008 5:43 PM

Julie and Paddy--After I saw where my follow up to G(aR)'s original comment ended up, I thought it was a bit confusing, but not as confusing (and weird) as the two of you interpreted it! That was frickin' hilarious. I just wished I had checked back to this thread sooner...

Posted by: tamatha at September 10, 2008 5:47 PM

But Shay:

My particular corner of Ireland pays only lip service to Catholicism these days.
I am an educated woman who is capable of taking a pill a day just like it says on the box (really, who doesn't know how to do this?)and therefore not likely to be bothered by the abortion ban. And as for looming recession in Ireland, I lived through the 1980s there so it doesn't scare me.
Believe me I have no illusions that it will be a wonderland (I come home several times a year) but it beats having to look at smug Republicans and not murder someone for the next four years.

Posted by: PaddyDog at September 10, 2008 6:04 PM

s. pisaster The Rubber Rose Ranch was where the cowgirls lived. It was owned by the feminine hygiene company. I love that damn book. The main character is from my hometown, and Bonanza Jellybean is the best name ever.

I, however, hated the film version by Gus Van Sant. It stank. It needed a douche.

Which reminds me.

WOMEN DOUCHED WITH FUCKING LYSOL? WHAT THE HELL???

I don't know about you guys, but that Thorazine ad totally cracked my ass up. Old man and his cane.... awesome.

Posted by: Alabamapink at September 10, 2008 7:23 PM

Can anyone of you republican asswipes tell me why your cunt VP selection is in hiding and refuses to answer any questions?

Posted by: Pookie at September 10, 2008 7:31 PM

Awww, I'm sorry, Jay. I'm actually from Maryland, but I do really enjoy Miami. Especially the part where there's no snow. It's fantastic. The Pacific Northwest is beautiful from what I've seen of it though, that week I spent in Seattle in January when I was 12. Um... go 'Canes!

Pink, that thought is what's been keeping me furiously crocheting all day. If I let myself think about it too much my uterus is going to crawl away under it's own power.

Posted by: Genny (also Rusty) at September 10, 2008 8:06 PM

Licklicklicklick ACKKKKK pllllttt gargle gasp .... Oh my godtoputh, my tug, my tug!

(AvB ignores Julie's warning)

Posted by: bucdaddy at September 10, 2008 10:58 PM

The obviously question (because this will sound so cool) is: Who in all East Pajibia has the cuter vagooter? Assemble your visual aids whilst I round up a panel of judges.

Posted by: bucdaddy at September 10, 2008 11:24 PM

Alabama Pink - that's right...the cowgirls were like, taking it over for women's rights or something? I should probably reread the book :) I haven't read it since highschool, so it's hazy, but I remember it being pretty awesome.

Posted by: s. pisaster at September 11, 2008 12:07 AM

socalledonlycousins that's why they invented tankless water heaters - never run out of cold water again!

Posted by: Stella at September 11, 2008 10:54 AM

Sorry, bucdaddy... but this is why we set up Tuesdays, remember?

Posted by: Anna von Beaverplatz at September 11, 2008 11:02 AM





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