I am one of those twisted individuals that inspect every bite of food before allowing it to enter my body. I do this with much regret, as I find myself consuming items that under normal laboratory conditions, would not be acceptable. I hate embarrassing good people even more than I hate eating bugs/hair. I generally choke down what they call ‘food’ even though I know otherwise. I am terribly afraid of contaminating my otherwise clean body with the filth of others. If I am going to eat dirt, I would at least like to know what sort of dirt my body will be attempting to process.

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I know you are probably wondering what happened to me last week. I’m sure you were chomping at the bit, waiting to react to my next diatribe of liberal banter. Well, I have a perfectly good explanation for my disappearance. A couple actually.

First, my life got in the way. But fear not, my friends. As my life becomes ever more entangled in the web of deceit, corruption and propaganda we call our government (at least under the current administration), TheDeadEnd will become an ever more important part of my life as a source of venting my concerns. Therefore, whether you like it or not, I’m going to be around for a long time.

Second, this happened.

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It’s been a while since we did this feature, but The Highlight Reel is back, focusing on different blogs and other websites (although not always good ones).

We start the feature back up with “The Watchlist,” a website about… um… I don’t really know, actually. My gathering is that it’s a we bsite filled with links and eBay auctions that are somewhat related to the entries posted, so let’s break it down.

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“I’m either pregnant or I have food poisoning.”

Talk about a way to say hello, but Erin… she’s an uncouth wench with a foul mouth and an attitude problem. It’s what made me want her to write here, and why I enjoyed her writing on some other site many moons ago.

So, kinda-sorta knowing her as I kinda-sorta do, I decided to assume the worst.

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After spending many days among the fat white people of Cape Cod, I followed them upstream to where they spawn: The Big Apple.

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I love birthdays. I think it’s the one day of the year where you have your own personal National Holiday.

People should just randomly start to love you. Give you things. Tell you how great you are.

For me on my birthday I don’t care if you are bleeding to death from a hole in your penis- you smile and mean it when you say happy birthday!!! And I smile back because you made me smile and I hand you a band-aid!

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