My Sordid Past:

Oh yeah, I'm packing meat, eh - Friday, May. 30, 2003
Garage smackdown - Thursday, May. 29, 2003
Wormageddon. Cracks me up everytime I say it. - Wednesday, May. 28, 2003
Why did the worm cross the road? - Tuesday, May. 27, 2003
One day I will make those little antennaed slimeballs eat their words. - Monday, May. 26, 2003
Rogues and scalawags, I tell you, rogues and scalawags - Sunday, May. 25, 2003
Some men say it with diamonds, other with wood - Saturday, May. 24, 2003
The road to perdition is a pink and squishy place - Friday, May. 23, 2003
I live to share these priceless nuggets - Wednesday, May. 21, 2003
Let me be your Susan Lucci - Tuesday, May. 20, 2003
And the Oscar for Most Effusively Praising A Cat For Giving You A Dead Thing You Really, Really Didn't Want goes to ... - Monday, May. 19, 2003
The things we leave behind - Sunday, May. 18, 2003
When good intentions go horribly, horribly wrong - Wednesday, May. 14, 2003
He blinded me with science - Tuesday, May. 13, 2003
For that kind of money you'd think they'd come with super duper powers - Monday, May. 12, 2003
I am so coming back as a cat - Thursday, May. 08, 2003
ERS. Remember, when you see the research telethon, please give generously. - Wednesday, May. 07, 2003
Die, my pretty, die - Monday, May. 05, 2003
He's not the boss of me. Oh, who am I trying to kid? - Sunday, May. 04, 2003
I am the Walrus except not the cornflake bit - Saturday, May. 03, 2003
It's NOT YOGA, it's STRETCHING - Friday, May. 02, 2003
Oh, for a just, benevolent universe - Thursday, May. 01, 2003
Show me yours and I'll show you mine - Wednesday, Apr. 30, 2003
Nature's weapons of mass destruction - Tuesday, Apr. 29, 2003
At least he's smiling, right? - Friday, Apr. 25, 2003
It was so much fun, having my gloat on - Thursday, Apr. 24, 2003
I like this Lord of the Food Chain business - Wednesday, Apr. 23, 2003
Now where did I put those leopard print capris? - Thursday, Apr. 17, 2003
Fuzzy ingrate - Wednesday, Apr. 16, 2003
Hey, let me tell you alllllll about my boo boo - Tuesday, Apr. 15, 2003
Don't ask for whom the light turns - Monday, Apr. 14, 2003
Go ahead, take another little piece of my heart - Saturday, Apr. 12, 2003
I'll bite your leg off. No. Really. I mean it. - Friday, Apr. 11, 2003
Me? Competitive? - Thursday, Apr. 10, 2003
Yes, this is the man who fathered my only child - Tuesday, Apr. 08, 2003
Dordi Nordby. Oh, as if you could say that with a straight face. - Monday, Apr. 07, 2003
No squealing or offers of baby making, please - Thursday, Apr. 03, 2003
Where are the slackers, when you need them? - Wednesday, Apr. 02, 2003
Now go wash your hands - Tuesday, Apr. 01, 2003
He loves the cat better - Tuesday, Apr. 01, 2003

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