We did the only natural thing as JS, Emi, and I engaged in our seasonal bout of exercise (this time: pilates) and pronounced the special skills of our individual Blackberry Pearls.
JS's can perform abortions.
Then everyone stood in a triangular formation like aliens, looking back and forth at one another, smacking gum in what would be nice to imagine could be mistaken for alien-speak.
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Oh, exc--
... mmm, nahh, I haven't the heart.
Instead, you might like to see a picture of bacon taped to a cat.
iPod, shmiPod. Until it can let us download your brain every 15 minutes, I remain unimpressed.
Couldn't that photo be the equivalent though of a bleeding shark (to other sharks)? (Although, would the shark try to eat itself? IT MIGHT.)
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