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I don't know if you've seen this, Gail, but it's pretty interesting.
http://www.editorandpublisher.com/eandp/news/article_display.jsp?vnu_content_id=1000911786
Posted by: CraigC | May 06, 2005 at 12:45 PM
Typical Whitman: "I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict myself. I am large. I contain multitudes."
Posted by: gail | May 06, 2005 at 12:50 PM
Very cool that the kid found the interview. Shows what plain old persistent research will do.
Posted by: gail | May 06, 2005 at 12:51 PM
There are two statues in a park; one of a nude man and one of a nude woman. They had been facing each other across a pathway for a hundred years, when one day an angel comes down from the sky and, with a single gesture, brings the two to life.
The angel tells them, "As a reward for being so patient through a hundred blazing summers and dismal winters, you have been given life for thirty minutes to do what you've wished to do the most."
He looks at her, she looks at him, and they go running behind the shrubbery. The angel waits patiently as the bushes rustle and giggling ensues. After fifteen minutes, the two return, out of breath and laughing.
The angel tells them, "Um, you have fifteen minutes left, Would you care to do it again?" He asks her. "Shall we?"
She eagerly replies, "Oh, yes, let's! But let's change positions. This time, I'll hold the pigeon down, and you shit on its head."
Posted by: Ana | May 06, 2005 at 02:24 PM
HA!
Posted by: JWebb | May 06, 2005 at 02:37 PM
tee hee
Posted by: gail | May 06, 2005 at 02:40 PM
That's funny!
Posted by: SeanH | May 06, 2005 at 03:36 PM
I am here for your amusement. Despite the lack of ass and leg photos. I have what has been called a Pooh Bear Butt anyway. If I got implants I'd get them in my ass, not my chest. (Given it a lot of thought, Ana? Well, as a matter of fact...)
Posted by: Ana | May 06, 2005 at 03:49 PM
You can never go wrong with the classics, Ana.
Posted by: CraigC | May 06, 2005 at 04:18 PM
Speaking of which...
Two guys are walking down the street when they see a dog licking himself. One guy says, "Jeez, I wish I could do that."
Other guy says, "Pet him, and maybe he'll let you."
Posted by: CraigC | May 06, 2005 at 04:21 PM