After a day of vomiting and generally being miserable in my ill state yesterday I needed some cheering up. Thank you dead Jerry Falwell!
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"Aut, Colleen" is the endearing nickname my parents inadvertently gave me and continue use. Saying my sister Autumn's name is a knee jerk reaction but they quickly recover and hope I don't notice. Funny thing is that I really don't anymore. When they start saying "Tim, Colleen" well, then we have a problem.
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2 comments:
I am sure the conservatives aren't happy, but I sure am. And you know Larry Flynt is.
How long before his crack pot college awards MDs in order to prove that a bad heart + obesity doesn't cause death, queers + feminists does?
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