I checked out Jackson's auto biography back in the late 90s. In it, she wrote that she had been born with ambiguous genitalia. Had surgery to correct it. Funny how it has never been brought up. Sounds as if she is perseverating on this issue because of her own biological ambiguity.
It's only a living hell if you can distinguish between smart and stupid. These folks sound like they have trouble distinguishing between red and blue ...
We had a much-circulated paperback copy of "The Carpetbaggers" by Harold Robbins. There was a list of page numbers on the inside back cover.
I still have a faint hope that she's pulling some sort of Kaufmanesque parody. My brain just can't take the existence of people like this.
You know, I never thought about it, but at 66 my head hair is basically white, my beard is extremely salty salt-and-pepper, and even my eyebrows are showing some grey. But my underarms and pubes are still dark brown. I blame Obama.
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I think it makes me look distinguished.
I thought it was a Mario 64 Golf Quote.
/nerd
I checked out Jackson's auto biography back in the late 90s. In it, she wrote that she had been born with ambiguous genitalia. Had surgery to correct it. Funny how it has never been brought up. Sounds as if she is perseverating on this issue because of her own biological ambiguity.
It&#039;s only a living hell if you can distinguish between smart and stupid. These folks sound like they have trouble distinguishing between red and blue ...
If God wanted people to be naked we wouldn&#039;t be born with clothes on.
When I was a lad, my father told me about the birds and the bees.
Then I told him about men and women.
We had a much-circulated paperback copy of &quot;The Carpetbaggers&quot; by Harold Robbins. There was a list of page numbers on the inside back cover.
Well, shit, I meant to write John. Curse this Alzheimers!
I still have a faint hope that she&#039;s pulling some sort of Kaufmanesque parody. My brain just can&#039;t take the existence of people like this.
I went over to Amazon and read some of the &quot;reviews.&quot; [Use the Wonkette link to the right - Don&#039;t Be A Dick; Click!].
There are some uptight mother-fuckers over there...
The folks who make entries on urbandic are so <i>certain</i>.
Nice work, I thought.
Clearly, she was afraid you&#039;d move on to dancing.
You know, I never thought about it, but at 66 my head hair is basically white, my beard is extremely salty salt-and-pepper, and even my eyebrows are showing some grey. But my underarms and pubes are still dark brown. I blame Obama.
Can&#039;t tell -- it&#039;s been years since I let them grow out.