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The vital mission of intimate apparel

As a spinster aunt whose monthly cancer drug bill could put a kid through Harvard, I always enjoy getting emails from people named Andrew at the National Boob Job Awareness Foundation who love my blog and are certain that my readers would equally love hearing about the Lap Dance For the Cure event or whatever. […]

I sprained my ankle

I know, I know, who gives a tub of Cool Whip about anyone’s orthopedic problems? But you should give a tub of Cool Whip about this orthopedic problem, because had I not spent the afternoon immobilized with an ice pack and a laptop in my lime green recliner, I might never have found this incredible […]

Parents of today: sex up those babies!

What the moron’s baby is wearing this season. Originally uploaded by Jenny at Bombadee’s Garden.
Think your infant girl might not be exuding quite enough sex-appeal? No problem. Afraid she might somehow manage to fly in the face of convention and grow up unencumbered with the cold, crippling despair of self-hatred? Got ya covered.
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Open Letter To American Servers In “European” Bistros

Niçoise salad at that little psuedo-Italian joint that suddenly bubbled up out of Vespaio on South Congress
The word is not pronounced “niss-wah.”
See that S ? Go ahead. Say it. Say the S. Say it, I beg you, just once before I die!
Neeswahz! Nee-swahz!
Of course, French words are not like your reproductive rights. You have a […]




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