We need more laws with stiffer penalties to rid our community of drugs. To be sure, these laws make smuggling and selling and buying drugs more risky. That, in turn, drives up their prices – thus making them more profitable. So more money and work goes into expanding the market for the contraband, ergo the more laws there are, the more crime there is.
No, I’m not ripping off History of the World, Part One. Honest! It’s just that Yul Brynner has sexy legs, Anne Baxter is perfectly lovely and Yvonne De Carlo in her pre-Munsters days would woo anyone’s heart. But right now, I’m with my gran in saying that Yul is just pure hotness.
This is being shared since I was trying to answer a question about a recent CSI episode on a board I frequent, and it came out so nice, I thought I should hang on to it. Hey, this is how the snuff film entry was written!
One less airport in this toooown. Dick’em’daily shut down Meigs Field in the middle of the night. Oh, I’ll be at a wedding this weekend, and the Fan Girl in me squeels at getting to meet the Lethal Doses author!
Everyone else is writing about the Oscars, so why shouldn’t I? Normally I don’t watch them, but I did this time. Nothing else was on. Cope.
I’m not an anti-American, I just didn’t vote for Bush and I think he’s going about this all wrong. This is filled with my personal views of the war. If you think that Bush is right and we should be doing this, stop reading now. Seriously. This is your warning.
Mrs. Ipstenu came up with the title, and while morbid it’s actually very true right now. The last twelve months have been hard.
It’s a sad day in the neighborhood. We’re missing another cultural icon from PBS. Jim Henson, the afro painter guy, and now Mr. Rogers. I miss them all.
One of these days it’ll really snow. No, really. Honest! Hey, get back here! I didn’t tell you about the time I had to walk uphill in the snow, both ways, to get home- ahh forget it. Go vote Gracie Allen in for President.