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- tube entertainment
- silly, silly astrology
- cheeseburger in a can
- have coffee with jesus
- for your health!
- for lolly's room
- sunday
- 3,000 minute meals
- interesting
- sickly
- a prospect
- ha ha ah aha ha hahaahaaa
- the sin of sloth
- enjoy!
- my favorite lipstick, mac 'ruby woo' meets its demise
- a two-birthday week
- beat it cover
- your tax dollars at work
- americans aren't stupid
- my npr deficiency
- oh great
- goooood morning brown family!
- rrrrich
- atheism
- boys on wheels
- new supergrass video
- at home with clay aiken
- imperfect parenting
- carrie and judah
- doorbells & sleighbells & schnitzel with noodles
- big black caucus
- obama your mama
- otitis media vs. otitis externa
- five more pictures
- christmas in san francisco
- two things
- last night's top ten list for striking writers
- hot chocolate is our friend
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2 comments:
I should NOT have watched this before I went to bed, it sent me reeling. With this stuff, even if half of it's true it's disconcerting.
Oh, my lordy. Let the nightmares begin.
From "So I Married An Axe Murderer":
Stuart: Well it's a well know fact, sonny, that there's a group of the five wealthiest people in the world known as . . . the Pentaverate, who run everything in the world, including the newspapers. And meet tri-annually at a secret country mansion known as . . . the Meadows.
Charlie: So who's in this pentaverate?
Stuart: The Queen. The Vatican. The Gettys. The Rothchilds. And Colonel Sanders before he went tets up. Oh, I hated the Colonel with his wee beady eyes, and that smug look on his face: Oh your gonna buy my chicken, Oooooohh!
Charlie: Dad, how can you hate, the Colonel?
Stuart: Because he puts an addictive chemical in his chicken that makes you crave it fortnightly, smartass!
Charlie: koo koo
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