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Miniblogs:
Frigid Bitch: It's like a 12-step program for assholes.
Lunch Lines: A noontime sentence. Joseph Campblog: Exploring the books of Joseph Campbell. The butcher's son had an irrational capacity for luck, and even when his good fortune faltered -- as it did on the night of the ambassador's ball -- only two ever waltzed close enough to suspect that his top hat was made of lox and Havarti.
August 24, 2007 2:19 PM |
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