[At least use your name, Kan -- then I'll leave your comment.]
How about those Oscars? Jamie Foxx gave the best speech, I thought, including his paean to the transformative power of grandmotherly beatings. Whoever the nominee was who pretended to have fallen asleep during his close-up is my new hero. And, finally, are the winners really this predictable?
Time to go to bed. While Jamie dreams of his grandma, the ominpresent on-stage giantess chaperones of Oscar night will be dancing through my head.
The inquiry uncovered numerous instances in which female interrogators, using dye, pretended to spread menstrual blood on Muslim men, the official said. Separately, in court papers and public statements, three detainees say that women smeared them with blood.
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The official, who spoke on the condition of anonymity because the report has not yet been made public, said the fake blood was used on Muslim men before they intended to pray, because some Muslims believe that "if a woman touches him prior to prayer, then he's dirty and can't pray." Muslim men also believe that contact with women other than their wives diminishes religious purity.
Remember, Muslim World, do not listen to Bin Laden. We are not engaged in a war against Islam.
Refilling a wardrobe-sized cardboard box with the packing peanuts you just dumped on your floor takes some time, if you do so using only your hands.
This is my idea for another unfortunate t-shirt they can sell at Thinkgeek.com. I imagine the livejournal logo on the reverse side, and on the front:
I hope they don't gank my idea! Gank!
UPDATE: That looked much less crappy on a CRT under bright lights . . . that's better.