Posted on August 12, 2008 by Aunt B.
Sometimes, I almost feel bad for Mack because he’ll call me up for some reason and it’ll set me off on some tangent and the next thing I know I’m off on a course of action that seems eminently sensible and obviously suggested by his comments and he’s all “What the fuck?”
Such was the case [...]
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Posted on August 12, 2008 by Aunt B.
Posted on August 12, 2008 by Aunt B.
If my chupacabras keep getting loose, it’s not going to be a secret program much longer, is it?
Until now, my only worry had been keeping the police from “accidentally” shooting one.
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Posted on August 12, 2008 by Aunt B.
So, I’m reading this profile in Newsweek on her and I’m struck by something I just wanted to say out-loud:
She seems to have thought that her job was to fix John Edwards.
This made me shake my head. I mean, of course she did.
This is not what I had hoped, of course. I had hoped that [...]
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