dirt

If I hear from another person about walking into a home and knowing that it’s right for you, instantly, I will instantly smash their toes with my heel.  I don’t know.  I’ve been in and out of dozens and dozens of houses and I’ve put offers on two and I have yet to walk into any house and say “Oh, yes, this is the one.”

From a DCCC fundraiser/action e-mail from Paul Begala:

Apparently, it didn’t take long for the “Grand Oil Party” to come unglued. After I called their fat-cat funders a bunch of dirtbags in my email to you on Sunday, they started squealing like a pig stuck under a gate.

It started innocently enough. I was vacuuming, and I noticed the dirt wasn't coming out of the carpet.

This year, I bought my second Phillips screwdriver,(I bought my first in film school) and thought I'd let my inner machismo come out. The problem is, I'm pretty much a girly girl...a feminist, mind you, but a girly girl, nonetheless.

Yeah,  this is going on with the steroids and all,so it is like this:

Yeah, I’m old as dirt but The Boomtown Rats are cool.

Sometimes things must be allowed to go woefully wrong before they can go right, as is the case with many of our public schools today.

Very Cool:

We need more dirt like this dug up by the media, given CCA's rap sheet and its collusion with ICE.

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