You don’t want me on your train, baby. Trust me.
Susan Smith, the South Carolina woman who killed her two boys by driving her auto into a lake while the children slept in their car seats, has placed an online personal ad seeking pen pals who are “not judgmental” and want to write to a convicted murderer who considers herself “sensitive, caring, and kind-hearted.”
I may want that sexy ass new G5, but realistically my desk is falling apart and the home comes before the geek sometimes. And so we have bought matching desks.
Traditionally, Sadie Hawkins is an occasion when women take the initiative in inviting the men of their choice to a date. Yes, it’s a little out-dated, but how many people know the whole story?
Did you know that traffic lights were used before the advent of the motorcar? In 1868, a lantern with red and green signals was used in London intersections to control the flow of horse buggies and pedestrians. But the first automatic electric light? Cleveland, baby, Cleveland.
Nice going, Sosa! Just when baseball’s on an upswing, and the Cubs are going to face the Yankees in the biggest game for Wrigley since around 1903, you pull this shit. Oh bravo. Oh and eventually I’ll post the whole saga of the old cat who lived at grandma’s, but in short, he had to be put to sleep.
A poem written on the fridge by me. No clues.
Actually, this has nothing to do with the book or the field Mrs. Ipstenu and I passed on our way to Cleveland. My retarded cat is dying and I don’t have spell check. I wrote the excerpt while on kablog, which is nice but has a limited interface…. Three lines isn’t enough. More poisted now.
Crime pays, but it also puts you into debt in a way that most people find hard to extract themselves.