Claude Brizard, a mini doc on the island of Chicago, or the Condi Rice of shopping vacations, or both?
The "selective outrage machine" that is F_x
Got all wrapped up in it's old dino-box
How dismal and sad
This too longish fad
So it knocked off some socks and rocked in viox.
Headmaster of F.I.F.F.L.E.
Did a sniffle sniffle:
"Meet our amoeba?
Or rinsed a preeba?
I bought one for less than a piffle."
One paragraph about a foolish man acting foolish
http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/columnists/ct-met-kass-0519-20110519,0,740363.column
by John Kass
Even by Hollywood standards, the Schwarzenegger business is rather creepy, with the family being served by the maid, and the maid's son meeting Arnold's other kids, the two women in Arnold's life pregnant at the same time. And what most of us are thinking about when we think of this tawdry story is the interaction between the women inside the home. It's excruciating to contemplate.
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And that is why the People can never trust Arnold Schwarzenegger. Never.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
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