
The Highlight Reel: Whatchu Tawkin Bout
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April 30th, 2006, 12:00 am By John
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When I first read the name “Whatchu Tawkin Bout,” I was hoping for a little black man the size of a small child bitching about how hard it is being a security guard.
Alas, that is not the case. Chatty does, however, have an interestingly amusing blog for you to peruse. Of course, it’s another self-proclaimed “bitch” blog.
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Sisterly Love
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April 29th, 2006, 12:00 am By Erin
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This week I’ve decided to stray from the normally scheduled “Embarrassing Moments” post and write about something in my life that is a constant source of mortification. Something that I’m forced to deal with until the end of my days. Something that I call my sister.
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Bad News: The Message
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April 28th, 2006, 12:21 am By John
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- You need to fix the shelves in the other room before we can do any work
- Donny called, something about Eileen
- Jared wants to know where his keys are
- Your mother was in an accident and is at the hospital
– Janet
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TV Bloopers
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April 27th, 2006, 12:00 am By John
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This may be from 2002, but it’s still hilarious to watch a major network news anchor mince his words.
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I Will Never Get To Close the <dork> Tag
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April 26th, 2006, 2:43 am By Joey Michaels
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Way back in the 1980’s, I received a minor in computer science. Before anyone thinks this is anything special (and I pray, for the sake of the children, that nobody does), I need to stress two important things.
First, I took five years of French and all I can say is ‘Allez-vous a la biblioteque avec la grand chat du guerre.” In other words, I don’t retain a whole hell of a lot.
Second, every single thing I learned about computer programming is pretty much useless now.
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Ghost Kitty
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April 25th, 2006, 12:00 am By Crys
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When I was eight years old I had a toy cat that was remote controllable. Now when I say remote controllable, I don’t mean I held a box with a long antenna and a few little buttons on it, I mean it had a wire that went through a leash with a forwards and backwards button that made the cat crawl.
I loved this kitty up to the day it began moving by itself in the middle of the night. I would play with it all day long. When bedtime rolled around I would tuck it into its bed that I had made for it on one side of my dresser.
When I woke up it was on the floor by the bedroom door.
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