Congrats to Nicole Kidman for marrying the (non-psycho, non-couch-jumping, non-homosexual, non-closet-case, non-Scientology drone) country crooner Keith Urban. Congrats to Keith Urban for being about the luckest man on the planet.
With that being said, forget Nancy Pelosi, Nicole Kidman's over-botoxed dad scares the ever-loving beJesus outta me. Ahhhh.
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(He reminds me of that guy in "Hannibal" who was in the wheel chair and got eaten by the warthogs. Freaky.)
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A while ago my lunchbox went missing, and I decided to let you know about the resulting upheaval. Sometimes I'll be clever, witty and insightful, or I'll discuss the mundane and fail to use a semicolon. Sometimes I'll discuss the state of the world, or reference John Mayer lyrics. This is my blog; you game?
the blogger
- Warren "not G"
- I have a hunger to know what’s going on in the world, the intelligence to establish an opinion, the understanding that others may and will disagree with me, and the maturity to realize that sometimes the others will be right. But, I have the drive to figure it all out.
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