My sister and I would fight over everything. Cecelia wanted Barbie to play Fashion Show, but I wanted Barbie to play car wreck, where Barbie would spend the day bandaged with toilet paper in her Barbie Dream House Bedroom, as evil Skipper denied her food and water so she could get her hand on Ken. Cecelia would insist on coming into the bedroom we shared when I just wanted to be alone and read, and play The New Kids on the Block. Cecelia took up figure skating when I did, just so she could be better. Cecelia and I were recently discussing our cholesterol levels. We are both in our mid-thirties. When I told her of my fabulous level of 115, Cecelia narrowed her emerald green eyes and said, “I will beat you.”
- This metaphor explains what is happening on Capitol Hill with the debt ceiling.
- Off to The Hague!
- Beyond despicable.
- I would totally fail this test. WTF?
- F-16s on Peckerhead Patrol.
- My fellow alleged journalists: if you ignore her, Sarah Palin will be begging you to cover her alleged tour. And then you will no longer be treated like shit. How about a one-week moratorium?
- Google takes on…the mosquito.
I’m going to start smoking again and drinking a quart of gin a day. Because we are all doomed. - Give this badass props.
- I’m on Team Lizard!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xs74VYDNDXE
