January 15, 2007 at 4:23 pm 
There s a brouhaha brewing (a brewing brouhaha?
Mua-ha-ha!) in Wisconsin, where the state recently voted to tell gay and lesbian people that their relationships deserve no legal recognition. The legislation passed statewide, but Madison residents - who apparently grunt and drag their knuckles less than their rural Wisconsonian counterparts - overwhelmingly voted 2-to-1 against the measure.
Now, legislators are looking for ways to continue the good fight. On one front, some have proposed . Newspaper pundits are at no loss for adjectives to condemn this plot.
To them, .
Yeah, lawmakers, what the hell are you thinking? All of America s laws and legal judgments ought to be obeyed unquestioningly - from the Sedition Act on up through Plessy v.
Ferguson and beyond. Shame on you for following your conscience, and upholding people s rights against the tyranny of the majority! The NERVE!
Get a grip, guys. This isn t a rejection of democracy; it s a form of civil disobedience. It s no worse than some cities declaring enforcement of drug laws their lowest priority.
On a second front, State Sen. John Erpenbach wants to fight fire with fire. , thus setting the state for a Constitutional Showdown between the warring amendments.
Erpenbach s daring (though questionable) gamble is that the amendment will be interpreted as conflicting with the portion of the same-sex marriage ban that applies to civil unions. The state Supreme Court, he maintains, would ultimately strike down that portion of the amendment, allowing civil unions in Wisconsin while keeping the marriage ban intact.
Meh.
I m not impressed. A decade or so of that, and Wisconsin s Constitution will make as much logical sense as the Bible. Just work to repeal the idiotic amendment, for Crissakes.
Meanwhile, the GLBT community can pack up and move to Seattle. I can t imagine that any self-respecting gay man is all that happy living in Wisconsin anyhow. (Why do you think left?
)
Still, while I think this plan is misbegotten, the conservative opposition is nothing if not illuminating:
Mike Prentiss, a spokesman for Senate Minority Leader Scott Fitzgerald, R-Juneau, one of the authors of the gay marriage ban, said he saw little point to Erpenbach s proposal, since state residents are already entitled to equal treatment under the state and federal constitutions. [Except that bit where they can t enter into legally binding communal living contracts with people of the same sex. - ZB]
Prentiss said the recently passed amendment wouldn t stop lawmakers or businesses from offering benefits to gay couples as long as they stopped short of those given through marriage.
Supporters of the marriage amendment have long argued it s not discrimination to deny gays and lesbians the benefits of marriage, since in theory they could marry someone of the opposite sex.
In other words, conservatives want gays and lesbians to engage in sham marriages! Of COURSE!
It s the perfect solution. If a gay couple wants to get married, all they need to do is find a lesbian couple who also wants to get married. They can pair off into the appropriate, Constitutionally-approved genital pairings, then simply make proxy decisions for their spouses on behalf of the same-sex partner!
Brilliant! You could even create a Web site that matches prospective couples to one another. (You just have .
)
Hey, why not? If there s one thing that sexually repressed conservatives know how to do, it s .
Enough already, folks.
Why can t you just accept that some men will love men and some women will love women, and that no amount of legislation will ever undo human nature? December 19, 2006 at 9:02 pm 
In other words: America, you ve been getting BUSY!
Apparently, we re so anxious to lose our virginity that we ll get down in any ol place. See this picture illustrating the story, in which an unsuspecting photographer happened across a couple getting ready to do it in the middle of Central Park. Filthy animals.
Wade Horn of the Bush Administration s Department of Health and Human Services, admitted that the numbers were plausible , but defended abstinence-only education as a way of reducing a person s sex partners across their lifetime, and thus preventing the spread of STDs. Wow. I ve never seen a person so determined at missing the point.
If so many people are sexually active - or will become sexually active, their abstinence pledges be damned - shouldn t you be giving them the knowledge they need to use their equipment? Why not give em knowledge that will last a lifetime, instead of a belief-system that they ll discard the moment their hormones hit peak velocity?
Naturally, the Concerned Women of America poo-pooed the report.
Spokesnun Janice Crouse proclaimed that the numbers were too big to be believed. You re probably right, hon; men always inflate their numbers. But you wouldn t know anything about that, would you?
November 25, 2006 at 12:39 pm 
Kelly at sent me this story that could have been tragic, but ended up hilarious instead.
57-year-old Norman Kamp of Pacheco, California was sitting in his La-Z-Boy when he felt a powerful force against the back of his head through the seat. . She had shot at his head through the back of the recliner.
Luckily for Mr. Kamp, the recliner absorbed most of the bullet. He bolted up from the chair, screamed You shot me!
, and ran to a neighbor s house for fear of his life. I admire the dude s self-restraint. If my wife had shot me, I would ve said something more along the lines of, You shot me you fucking BITCH!
You WHORE!! Oh, Jesus fucking Mary Mother of CHRIST!
Here s the twist: the husband insists it s all a misunderstanding. According to Norman, his wife was fiddling with her gun . Jan Kamp had been drinking and was on pain meds - which, as we all know, is a perfect time to fool around with loaded firearms.
I guess that explains . That s when hubby decided it d be best to get the hell out of Dodge. I m at a loss for words.
I can t imagine my spouse ever fiddling with a loaded gun - especially when she s whacked out on Vicodin and Wild Turkey. Ladies, if you ever want to off your husbands, now you know how to set it up: buy a gun several months beforehand, get blitzed, and take him out from the other room. You ll need to make that first shot count, though; no one will buy involuntary manslaughter if you have to put another three in his chest to finish the job.
But if you re an ace shot? One to two years at the outside, and you re a free woman. No, no need to thank me.
Your happiness is thanks enough. October 18, 2006 at 5:32 am 
I fear that my limited culinary taste couldn t stretch far enough to enjoy drunken figs and exotic goat cheese. On the plus side, my entree - a meaty pork chop, cooked medium-well with an -port glaze and served with low-sugar baked beans and sauteed greens - was scrumptuous. (It tasted even better washed down with a glass of sweet French Riesling.
)
Our night out a snag, though, when figuring out what to do with the rest of the time we had bought with our Get Out of Parenting Free card. We hunkered down at Dilletante Chocolates on Broadway and shared a Black Forest Cherry Cake and a Bread Pudding while mulling over our options. Our original plan had been to catch at the Cinerama, which is running as part of the .
This had the added benefit that Kim could , thus subsidizing our night out. Besides, a gay flick co-starring Miss Deborah Gibson? How could you POSSIBLY go wrong?
! Still, I have a phobia about wasting full-ticket price on unknown quantities. And, let s be honest - the presence of Deborah Gibson screams direct-to-video .
In between chewing on rum-soaked cherries, I lobbied to Kim that we catch The Departed instead. It wasn t a uniquely Seattle date, but I had a hankering to see what everybody says is Scorcese s best work in over a decade. Kim was amenable; like most wives, she has that saintly What s important is that we spend time together attitude that usually leaves me feeling like an asshole for commandeering the date schedule.
but that night, I didn t care. Given that I had just eaten goat cheese, I felt few qualms about embracing my inner asshole.
We were no more than a half-mile to our car when Kim blurted out, Why don t we go to Tubs instead?
is a private spa rental shop in Seattle s University District. You pay by the hour for the use of a private room with a hot tub, sauna, and day bed. The hourly rental model makes it a perfect spot for hookers, cheating husbands, and parents.
We d talked about going there for ages, but have never overcome our date inertia enough to try something so radically different. Usually, when we ve wanted to get away from it all , we ve shacked up in a nice hotel. And that has its advantages.
It also has looming disadvantages. Not only does it cost at least $130 for our night of privacy - it also requires that we rook my mom into a full day of kid-sitting. An hour alone in a spa for a a quarter of the cost?
Yeah, we ll buy that. Now, we re all adults here, right? So let s dispense with the euphemisms.
When I say that we needed privacy time in a room with a hot tub, you all know what I mean: we were looking for a nice, quiet place to fuck. Such places are available by the dozen in Japan, where they re called . And boy, the Japanese have the art of the discreet screw down to a science: love hotels are often windowless and semi-automated, have multiple entrances and exits for coming and going (so to speak), and electronic panels and pneumatic tubes to minimize interaction with staff.
The Japanese honor human sexuality much in the same way someone honors a beautiful couch by throwing a slipcover over it; the indulgence is allowed so long as it s buried beneath a facade of purity. In America, even such partial recognition is verboten. If anyone tried to open a chain of these places in the good ol U S of A, you can bet they d get raided nightly.
Tubs bravely bucks those odds. According to urban lore, back in the day. It s since scrubbed its image and put on a family-friendly veneer by re-slanting its pitch, and offering on-site services such as therapeutic massage.
They ve even installed an espresso stand in the lobby, which is the Seattle equivalent of American flag wallpaper. A pretty facade used to disguise good old-fashioned fucking. How Japanese of them.
Long story short, we popped up to the U-District (took all of 10 minutes) and parked. Tubs has a strict no-alcohol rule; large print on the prices board proclaims, Tubs and Alcohol Do NOT Mix! .
That would explain the 20-something couple I saw sitting in their car in the parking lot guzzling Sutter Home straight from the bottle. So we entered with nothing but our libidos. We put our name in and waited about 20 minutes for a room to open up.
We sat in the lobby and read issues of People that were so old, they were probably swiped from a doctor s office. I tried to look nonchalant as I waited to escort my wife to our room. Don t get me wrong - Tubs was incredibly clean, polished, and well-lit.
But despite my liberal pretensions, American Protestantism still has a lingering hold on my mind. Just because I wanted to fuck my wife doesn t mean I wanted to take her someplace seedy. So I sat and smiled and fidgeted, all the while thinking: If I see a bucket and a , we are so outta here.
I won t give you a blow-by-blow (groan) account of the evening. This isn t that kind of blog. ( and then some.
) I ll leave it at this: The room was perfect. It was clean, austere, and had plenty of room for us to ramble. Though I imagine couples use the rooms most often, they could comfortably house up to four people, if you decided to get really adventurous.
A decent sound system with AM/FM radio and CD player provided background noise and mood music whenever we needed it. Between the spa, sauna and day bed, an hour and a half flew by in a wink. It was fun.
No one got any of their dangly bits sucked into the outtake valves. And we never once caught sight of a jizz mop, praise Jesus. Or whoever it is from Mexico that they hired to disinfect the sex Are places like Tubs common across America?
I have no clue. From the little I ve seen, every major city has its well-kept secrets . All I know is that we re going back the first chance we get.
And in the meantime, I m going to look for an investor willing to fund a chain of love spas marketed directly to parents. With the money we d rake in, I m sure we could bribe enough cops to keep us in business for decades. September 12, 2006 at 3:59 pm I ve been keeping hyper-busy with the woman gone to Toronto.
Instead of losing my sanity due to pent-up sexual frustration, I ve funneled my energy into housecleaning. In the past two weeks, I ve:
- Cleared off the garbage-strewn back porch, which was so white trash that even white trash wouldn t visit us;
- De-trashed the porch outside of our bedroom (which was stuffed with carboard boxes, papers, and something that may have at one point been biological); and
- Cleaned our bedroom from top to bottom.
It s not that obvious that I m dying for a blowjob, is it?The last job is the one that leaves me most proud. It was a three-day cleaning marathon that involved hauling out rocking chairs and a changing table, clearing off the tops of all of the dressers, donating over a dozen bags of old clothes (kids stuff, dork-wear I bought myself, and all of our fat jeans ), de-cluttering the closet, and hanging some beautiful framed posters we picked up via Freecycle over a year ago. Before I started working on it, our room looked like a storage closet.
Now, it looks like people live there. Even better, it looks like adults live there. Here s where I need your help.
I feel like the bedroom could use some finishing touches - extra elements that give it that special oh-honey-you-shouldn t-have romantic edge. I m looking for ideas that are larger than dirt cheap , but smaller than must eat canned corn beef hash for the next month .
I ve done some research on romantic bedrooms , but I m convinced there are better ideas floating around out there.Since most of my readers are women (supplemented by men who don t suck), I figured this was the perfect place to ask. Obviously, Kim might see this post before she returns, but she won t know which specificaly I implemented until she gets back. Any ideas, guys?
How best can I pimp our room, Cupid-style? September 5, 2006 at 7:10 pm
I was intrigued by the title of this article: . And by intrigued , of course, I mean that I rated it a 7 out of 10 on the Wonkette Scale of Blog Shaming Potential. After all, I know my fair share of married men.
Suffice it to say that, like Meg Fowler, the majority of them . PADUCAH, KY Could marriage mar your health? Recent studies in the United States and England suggest it could!
Um jigga-wha?
Oh yes! Marriage!Because that s what every woman in the 21st century wants - a chivalrous night riding in on his fine white pony, promising to wield his bulging muscle, his firm buttocks and his swarthy smile to liberate her from a life of work and rational thought! Only such a one will she entrust with the keys to her Chastity Levi s. This piece isn t even based on any sort of study - just author Erica Byfield s piercing insight.
Are any of us shocked that Byfield claims Kentucky as her journalistic roost? Would we be surprised to learn that Byfield, who writes sentences like While women tend to increase their fat and sugar intake, which can leads to the bulge , is actually a nine year old who pounded this out in the copy room while her mommy did grown-up work ? Holy frike.
There isn t a bucket in the world big enough for me to throw up in. August 22, 2006 at 5:01 am The next tsunami wouldn rsquo;t hit my life until half a year later, at which time it would sweep me 2,500 miles away to a foreign land where espresso flowed freely and parents strived to ldquo;out-organic rdquo; one another. In the meantime, I grappled with how best to educate my teenage stepdaughter while my worldview was crumbling around me.
On the plus side, Kim and I were no longer under . We had ceased visiting the Ayn Rand chat room where we had met a year before when one of the chat room members bragged about how, on a hunting expedition back in his native India, he had poached a rare breed of tiger just for sport. ldquo;Laws should protect people, not animals, rdquo; he sneered.Kim asked him why he left the rotting carcass just four miles from a village full of his starving countrymen. ldquo;I had no duty to them. Selflessness is not a virtue.
rdquo; We both recoiled at this: it was empty, vile, and, we were forced to admit, completely consonant with the thinking of a woman who once advocated firebombing the entire Middle East.
On the downside, we were left with nothing to fill its void. Lousy timing: Meg rsquo;s transition from sweet child to temperamental adolescent was in full swing.Neither Kim nor I mentioned our misgivings for a year, both afraid that the other would think we had gone off our nut. But we continued to use our ideals to terrorize Meg rsquo;s elementary school teachers, who became used to receiving well-thought-out, handwritten notes ( ldquo;God, mom, not another note! rdquo;) explaining why Meg would not participate in mandatory Earth Day festivities, or demanding to know why such-and-such facts weren rsquo;t being taught about Columbus Day.
Even without Ayn Rand, it rsquo;s likely we would have found ways to make life miserable for local educators. We both had our own axes to grind against ldquo;the system rdquo; ndash; Kim as a former teacher, and I as a former victim.
August 16, 2006 at 6:48 am This week, I talk about some upcoming news regarding the Zero Boss Podcast, including the first Blogging for Books Podcast next week.I also dish about the first Zero Boss Chatcast, a series of raucous conversations on parenting, sex, and politics with influential writers and bloggers. (Listen to find out who our - er, my first guests are!) Finally, I read from Chapter 4 of my book .
(mp3; 14 min. 19 sec.; 13.4MB)
August 14, 2006 at 10:43 am Kate frequently makes reference to how much in love they still are, how she and but insists to call their marriage lsquo;perfect rsquo; is going too far: ldquo;I don rsquo;t like this idea of the perfect marriage. It doesn rsquo;t exist. rdquo;
Lets him watch porn ?Wow, that s very big of Kate. I wonder if Chris gets to take his dick out with him on weekends, or if he has to leave that behind in the freezer?
I imagine the wording here is the news reporter s, who can t conceive of another framework for marriage outside of the Mother May I model.Then again, maybe this marriage is more twisted than either one of them is willing to let on. I can totally see Kate forcing Robinson to wear a French maid s outfit around the house, and demanding he refer to himself in the third person as Mr. Kate Hudson .
(UPDATED: for correcting my tendency to make shit up as I go along.)
August 10, 2006 at 9:36 amDamn, UCLA gets money to do all kinds of pointless crap. I can t get paid to blog in my thong undies for a living, but they can conduct a study concluding ? Life blows even harder than it did a few minutes ago.
I read this article and can t help thinking, But but what about long-term relationships? Couples who decide never to get married? What about gay and lesbian couple who remain together for life?Is marriage actually some ancient Pagan magical ritual, akin to slurping Long-Life Noodles or signing a contract with Satan? Why should a piece of paper insert a cosmic delay into the cradle-to-grave cycle?
I admire anyone who can score funding for such projects.How do I get one of these careers in studying causal relationships between things that have no established causal relationship? Oh. Right.
I d have to do that whole Go to College and Get a Degree in Something Besides 20th-Century Analytic Philosophy nonsense. They don t give the cake gigs to people who minor in ancient Greek and - we gots ta sing for our supper.
Man, is taking its toll
July 26, 2006 at 10:10 am
Once again, another state - this time, my own - punts on the question of marriage equality by declaring that the legislature has a valid criterion for deciding that the privilege should belong only to the opposite sex. That criterion?!
It s always refreshing to be reminded that the only purpose my heterosexual marriage serves is as a societal incubation laboratory. Perhaps for our anniversary I ll get a chastity belt with the words To my favorite baby-making machine inscribed on the lock.
But seriously, I m worried. After all, . Does this mean the state will be coming after our ass and forcing an annulment on us?I guess it s a good thing my baby-making machine popped out four kids while it had the chance.
Related discussions at , , , . The best write-up and discussion, however, goes to .They must have been anticipating defeat, and carved this up the night before. Sigh.
July 23, 2006 at 9:32 am
Kudos for skewering the attitude that husbands need to be trained and domesticated by their wives, much as you d train a dog.I m glad the blogosphere is finally talking about this. This joke assumption permeates so many marriages in the West - and ultimately destroys them.
What s wrong with this model?Let s start with everything. Or, as might say, There s one problem with this idea. It s stupid!
First, it s hetero-centric. Not that that s always a bad thing; hetero and gay relationships both have their own unique challenges. But if I were in a relationship with a man instead of a woman, I m sure the assumption of heterosexuality that permeates couples and parenting discussions would slowly drive me mad.(Not convinced? Here s an experiment: Make a conscious effort to recognize hetero bias in media over the next week. If you re a man, here s a second experiment: pay attention to how often you and others make joking references to gay sex as some sort of punishment or affliction, and ask yourself how hearing such humor daily might make your gay and bi friends feel.
)
Second, it assumes that only one partner in a relationship needs to grow and evolve. Now, wives, I know a good many of you. And let me tell you that, on average, y all are about as fucked-up as your mates; you re just fucked-up in your own special way.
Third, it reduces women to mommies and men to children in romantic relationships, rather than encouraging both partners to remain distinct individuals within the context of their union. Women end up feeling stressed out, bitter, resentful; men feel henpecked, constrained, and desperate to escape. The end result?A shattered marriage.
What s bizarre is that this trend toward hen-pecking as a marital philosophy was done in the name of women s equality . And yet it s created lopsided relationships that are every bit as defective as those under the previous, patriarchical regime.And many of us continue to perpetuate it by cracking jokes within its framework.
July 17, 2006 at 9:36 pm
[This is a reprint from the old incarnation of this blog. It used to be , but was yanked late in the editing process for reasons I can t quite remember.-J.]
Last night we bought a carrot cake - our first sugary indulgence since I went on my diet. While I was cutting our slices, Kim looked at me and said, You know what would make this perfect?
I knew exactly what she meant: we needed a pair of sock hangers.
Sock hangers is an old inside joke, dating back to the heady first months of our relationship. We were both working for the same company in New York s Silicon Alley down in Broadway, an online gaming firm named Interactive Imaginations .(Yeah, folks, we re that old.) Kim was in town from Seattle, so the company paid for her upkeep at a nearby hotel, .
For the record, the Gramercy is a shithole.If you visit Manhattan, don t ever consider staying there, even if someone else offers to pay. I don t care if you stayed there and liked it. I don t care if you work there.
Kim and I lived out of that skanky excuse for lodging for two months, and had we not been distracted by the heat of our newfound passion, we d have suffered the whole stretch.
The summer was sweltering - 95 to 100 degrees with 100% humidity throughout July and August, the city s concrete conducting heat like a brick oven - and the Edison air conditioner in our room was so ancient and feeble you d have sworn it had been hand-assembled by Thomas Alva himself. The staff was rude and surly, and only answered the phone to avoid dealing with the patrons at the front desk.Every Wednesday of our stay, they turned off the water - no drinks, no showers, and flushing the toilet was a dice roll. During some particularly raucous sex, our bedframe collapsed underneath us. To top it off, the neighborhood around the hotel was going downhill exponentially; during one evening s entertainment, we sat by and watched as six men jumped out of the back of a truck and beat a tourist unconscious with lead pipes.
(We never learned what happened to the man. I doubt he survived.)
Fortunately we had not only one another, but all the distractions of Manhattan at our feet.We caught Les Miserables twice, Phantom of the Opera at least four times, and scored fourth-row tickets for Patrick Stewart s performance as Prospero in The Tempest. Then there was the food - particularly the heaping Jewish portions of our favorite Broadway haunt, the , with its basketball-hoop onion rings and cheesecake that could stave off an Irish famine.
Now, some folks will tell you that Manhattan s best cheesecake is found at Leo Lindy s down the street.Donkey patties. Roxy s honking cheesecake drags Lindy s anorexic ass out onto the street and makes it its bitch. We often ordered two slabs of cherry cheesecake to go, and ate it at our hotel after we finished our bed-busting.
One night, however, we forgot to bring back forks. Talk about terror. I felt like the Ancient Mariner - Cheesecake, cheesecake anywhere, nor any bite to eat.In desparation, I clawed into the bag containing the new clothes Kim had bought to replace my geekariffic wardrobe, and pulled two pairs of socks off of their hangers. The hangers were flat and double-banded, making a wide-enough surface area for scooping up small bites. Perfect.
So that night, we laid on the floor of our hotel room and gazed longfully into one another s eyes as we scooped Roxy cheesecake into our mouths with plastic sock hangers, alternately adoring each other, eating, and laughing our fool asses off.
I won t say it s the weirdest thing we ve ever done, but it may well be the most desparate. July 14, 2006 at 6:21 am
Ever learn something about your spouse that you never knew in the, oh, say, 11 years of your relationship? For instance, that she took three years of German, and can understand the language but can t speak it?
Kim unleashed this morsel on me tonight as she was telling us about our neighbor, a German woman with a newborn baby and two lovely twin girls around Veda s age. I was shocked. Flabbergasted!I ve slept with this woman wait let me see carry the nine well, okay, a HELL of a lot of times, and I never knew she could read Der Spiegel in the original language? I couldn t have been more shocked if she had led me to her secret compound underneath the basement and took me for a spin in the Batmobile. November 28, 2005 at 2:31 pm Why do piss me off?
Oh, right. Because they re derogatory and demeaning, that s why.
I can (barely) understand slapping quotes around marriage and wedding , since Britain has only made civil partnerships legal.But the scare-quotes around that term are indefensible except as a means of belittling members of the GLBT community. Here s the true test: would anyone have the audacity to talk like this to Elton John s face? So, Elton, how are plans for your [makes scare quote signs with fingers] marriage coming along?
(And please - no Rocket Man jokes today. I m not in the mood.) November 7, 2005 at 2:48 pm Don t worry, folks .(Via )
The most hilarious bit is when Ed Helms asks the anti-gay marriage guy, Brian Camenker, how gay marriage has ruined the state. Has homelessness gone up? Increased crime rates?Decreased air quality? Camenker s classic response: I could sit here and I could probably, you know, find some way of connecting the dots to gay marriage to all of these (adverse effects) if I had enough time and I did some research.
Helms voice-over retort: Yeah!Why take time to do the research, when saying it is so much faster?
How sad. Resorting to belabored arguments about how you COULD prove something if you felt like it.And we re supposed to believe that this isn t fueled by bigotry, but by love? October 4, 2005 at 8:41 am I m feeling MUCH better now that I ve had a decent night s sleep. Kimi and I were both running on about five hours yesterday.
We had to wake up at 6am to cart her into the doctor so she could get an injection in her back.
Yep, that s right - another injection for another herniated disc. The hits just keep on coming.What s worse, the injection she received yesterday won t kick in until tomorrow or Thursday; in the meantime, she s in a load of pain - even with the Vicodin.
Her back doctor rushed her (literally, same day appointment) into a radiologist on Friday so he could get an MRI. The pain and mobility reduction with the current herniation is a lot worse than it s been previously; he s concerned that it might be time to operate.Neither of the surgical choices, of course, sounds appealing. In one procedure, they ll simply remove the miscreant disc - which will put additional load and strain on the remaining ones, thus increasing the risk we ll be dealing with this shit all over again. In the other procedure, they ll fuse a cadaver bone on to her spine to act as a brace.
Fucking YEOW. That brings a whole new meaning to Dead Man Walking .
On the fllip side?It s been months since we ve had . I m counting our blessings as slim as they may be. September 19, 2005 at 10:06 pm ?
She still hasn t decided .
Fortunately, she has an army of commenters telling her precisely what she needs to hear. Thank Christ for the Internet.
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