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50 CENT WOULD HAVE VOTED FOR BUSH

Monday, November 28th, 2005 by Dawn Summers

50 CENT WOULD HAVE VOTED FOR BUSH

If the rapper’s felony conviction didn’t prevent him from voting, 50 said he would have voted for Bush.

To think, when I woke up this morning I was against disenfranchisement of felons.

The more you know, indeed.

BE A REPUBLICAN… BE A REPUBLICAN…BE A REPUBLICAN…

Monday, November 28th, 2005 by Dawn Summers

BE A REPUBLICAN… BE A REPUBLICAN…BE A REPUBLICAN…

YESSSSS!!!!

THE ECB SEES YOUR THROAT SLASHING…

Monday, November 28th, 2005 by Dawn Summers

THE ECB SEES YOUR THROAT SLASHING…

And raises one cop killing.

Oh, middle America, how you look better and better with each passing year.

Not good, mind you, just better.

😉

GET ME BACK TO EAST COCO BEACH…

Sunday, November 27th, 2005 by Dawn Summers

GET ME BACK TO EAST COCO BEACH…

Well, ok…not there…somewhere else…Brooklyn Heights? Yeah…Brooklyn Heights…but then not so much with the ‘back.’

There’s been a murder on the Upper East Side.

And no, it wasn’t Karol, so no need to send the police to ask about my whereabouts this evening.

(That means you!)

But this part of Fish’s story is just classic New York:

With the exception of food delivery guys, I don’t get visitors at this time of night. So when there was a knock at the door, I was surprised – surprised enough to go to the door and swing back the peephole cover. The man in a suit on the other side of the door heard the floorboards squeak.
“Police!”
I stood there in my pajamas mute and stupid with disbelief as he told me that my neighbor had been killed. Did I know her?
“I’m sorry – I don’t know many of my neighbors by name.”
But when he told me the apartment number, it was another story. My mouth went dry. She and I had been in the elevator together yesterday afternoon. The detective asked if I’d heard anything strange tonight.
“Yes. I did. Yelling and a dog going crazy. About an hour ago. I only know because I was making dinner and the stove is right by the window.”

Ah, the telltale peephole cover swing complete with squeaking floorboards…ghetto kids learn early how to tiptoe and always leave the peephole cover just ever so slightly askew, so you can always see out without the other person knowing you’re anywhere near the door.

It’s standard survival skills if you wanna avoid cops, Jehovah Witness’ and the annoying extermination dude.

Also, the dog going crazy — so OJ. Good thing she posted the story, she’s gonna need to remember the details for her trial testimony.

DESPERATE BLOGGING

Sunday, November 27th, 2005 by Dawn Summers

DESPERATE BLOGGING

OOOHH. How good was tonight’s episode?

Dear, funny looking top hat guy who write DH, if you never bring up Alfre’s character or the rando basement fugitive again for the rest of the Season, we won’t mention it either.

Let’s go all Gabrielle/South Side nun, Lynette/boss and Susan/leave me alone I’m not your dad man and Bree’s…umm…it’s been a while since Crim Law, is that murder?

MY VERY FIRST HAND IN THE TOURNEY

Sunday, November 27th, 2005 by Dawn Summers


MY VERY FIRST HAND IN THE TOURNEY

It’s sooo Oliver Hudson of me.
If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a hundred times, you get pocket aces; you fold pocket aces.

NOT SO RANDOM THOUGHT

Sunday, November 27th, 2005 by Dawn Summers

NOT SO RANDOM THOUGHT

What I wouldn’t give to be able to say ‘blah blah blah’ the next time I’m getting an assignment, without getting so fired.

-Dawn, who seriously never blogs so much as when she’s got a memo due, Summers

CONVERSATION OF THE YESTERDAY

Sunday, November 27th, 2005 by Dawn Summers


CONVERSATION OF THE YESTERDAY

Me: Was that a man or a woman?
Mom: Man.
Cousin: Woman.
Mom & Cousin simultaneously: You’re crazy.
Cousin: It was a woman who wants to be a man.
Mom: Yeah…no…it was a man trying to be a woman.
Me: I think I saw boobs.

This goes on for another half hour. But thems the highlights.

FORGET POKER

Sunday, November 27th, 2005 by Dawn Summers

FORGET POKER

I’m gonna roam the countryside making money playing Taboo.

DOGS KILL ELDERLY WOMAN

Sunday, November 27th, 2005 by Dawn Summers

DOGS KILL ELDERLY WOMAN

Oh yeah, they’re sooo cute and cuddly…except when they’re eating your face.