Man, this Sunday's New York Times is a total drag. Some communist must have taken over the real estate section, because all we have are stories of people looking for co-ops in Bed-Stuy or some such nonsense. Not a single $20 million house story! UNFAIR. INPEACH NEW YORK TIMES. Oh well.
<i>Wilson had a way with the ladies</i>
I don&#039;t think Wilson&#039;s problem was too much sexy-time. In 1914, old Woody found himself a lonely old widower after his first wife, Ellen, died in August. Less than a year later, he was engaged to the widow Edith Bolling Galt. Sounds rather ordinary, right? Not so fast. Unfortunately for Wilson, he was the President of the United States and therefore, much like Bamz, he had the civilized world constantly up his ass over every little thing he did. And, unfortunately for Wilson, that civilized world tended to frown upon getting hitched so soon after the death of his first wife. Predictably, it wasn&#039;t long before all sorts of rumors flew around about Wilson cheating on his first wife before she died and some people even suggested that he killed her to clear the path so he and Edith could be together. Damn.
Wilson was president, not some schmuck, and so he married Edith anyway, presumably while holding a giant middle finger aloft for all his critics to see. The couple stayed together until his death in 1924 and after Wilson suffered a stroke in 1919, Edith actually took over many of his duties, acting as sort of a regent for the incapacitated president. I guess that shut some people up.
I call Bullshit about the roughly half. Most people either like the law or want it improved. When questioned about whether it should be repealed only a minority say yes
Books, and nutsack waxing are great gift ideas for that hard to shop for man in your life. What guy wouldn&#039;t love to have his nutsack waxed, for Christmas, let&#039;s be honest.
He spoke mostly about Freedom of expression issues (of course), but I was still amused to see some colleagues get up and walk out. They were the old-school librarian types.
I took a drawing class in Austin with a teacher who graduated from a Baltimore art school that had John Waters teaching one of her classes. She brought the can of hair spray (used to fix drawings so they don&#039;t smudge so much) he had autographed. I thought it was incredibly cool. I think he also taught a creative writing class to some prison inmates and his telling of that story was hilarious.
&ldquo;Are you prepared for the storm of love making with which you will be assailed?&rdquo;
This is <i>exactly</i> how I proposed to the woman who would have become the first Mrs Lot_49, had she not presented this statement as evidence in the hearing about the restraining order.
<i>Wilson had a way with the ladies</i>
I don&#039;t think Wilson&#039;s problem was too much sexy-time. In 1914, old Woody found himself a lonely old widower after his first wife, Ellen, died in August. Less than a year later, he was engaged to the widow Edith Bolling Galt. Sounds rather ordinary, right? Not so fast. Unfortunately for Wilson, he was the President of the United States and therefore, much like Bamz, he had the civilized world constantly up his ass over every little thing he did. And, unfortunately for Wilson, that civilized world tended to frown upon getting hitched so soon after the death of his first wife. Predictably, it wasn&#039;t long before all sorts of rumors flew around about Wilson cheating on his first wife before she died and some people even suggested that he killed her to clear the path so he and Edith could be together. Damn.
Wilson was president, not some schmuck, and so he married Edith anyway, presumably while holding a giant middle finger aloft for all his critics to see. The couple stayed together until his death in 1924 and after Wilson suffered a stroke in 1919, Edith actually took over many of his duties, acting as sort of a regent for the incapacitated president. I guess that shut some people up.
John Waters had some good advice at a library conference I was attended: if someone doesn&#039;t have any books, don&#039;t fuck them.
Douchehat couldn&#039;t hold a candle to my dog in the smarts dept
I call Bullshit about the roughly half. Most people either like the law or want it improved. When questioned about whether it should be repealed only a minority say yes
definitely no LBJ
I caught him at the local college. It was a most enjoyable evening.
Books, and nutsack waxing are great gift ideas for that hard to shop for man in your life. What guy wouldn&#039;t love to have his nutsack waxed, for Christmas, let&#039;s be honest.
He spoke mostly about Freedom of expression issues (of course), but I was still amused to see some colleagues get up and walk out. They were the old-school librarian types.
I have a feeling Douthat would soon perish without his his daily soy milk latte and crumb cake.
I took a drawing class in Austin with a teacher who graduated from a Baltimore art school that had John Waters teaching one of her classes. She brought the can of hair spray (used to fix drawings so they don&#039;t smudge so much) he had autographed. I thought it was incredibly cool. I think he also taught a creative writing class to some prison inmates and his telling of that story was hilarious.
&ldquo;Are you prepared for the storm of love making with which you will be assailed?&rdquo;
This is <i>exactly</i> how I proposed to the woman who would have become the first Mrs Lot_49, had she not presented this statement as evidence in the hearing about the restraining order.
close- the judges were looking for either Mao or Stalin