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Frito Bandito Strikes Again

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Have you noticed a sudden dramatic dip in content quality here at ABFWOT in the past 48 hours? Rhetorical question. Someone has hacked into my blog posting his/her own brand of blog. While I appreciate his/her's crude cell phone photography and pointless take on the world, I must pretend to be outraged. If not I have no posting.

It's Time to Make the Music

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Waldorf: Bring the jocular bear back.

Statler: Bring the beat back.

Waldorf: Bring the beat back.

Statler: I just said that.

Waldorf: It bore repeating.

Statler: You had me at "bore."

CURTAIN

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Did Liz Phair Shrink?

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First losing critical acclaim, singer Liz Phair has apparently also lost inches off her already Lilliputian figure. Pictures do not lie. Help her, Mary.

This is news. AP, UPI, CNN, please get on it. Bush can take himself down as evidenced by last night's press conference.

Bush Gets All Pre-Emptive Again

Tonight Bush interrupts someone's favorite TV show to answer questions from the press for the first time in months. Hopefully Gideon Yago will ask about his opinion of rap music. As a follow up, hopefully someone will ask Yago why his name begs to be hated. Meanwhile I will be asking myself why MoreMax is showing Juwanna Man again.

To Do: Ground my inner child

*Gather up the last of my loose change and head to the upper west side for some of that loving that mommy and daddy forgot. Wonder why I'm paying a total stranger thousands of dollars to listen to my sins. I could do it for free at the catholic church down the street. And that guy would LOVE to touch my inner child.

New York Psychotherapy Group

I keep coming back here hoping there will be something new and no dice. I think it may be time to fire my writers.

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Call Timothy "Speed" Levitch

  • This used to list Speed Levitch's phone number, but it doesn't work anymore. Now all I have for you is an old quote from his answering machine, which is pure poetry.
    "I am lack of coordination being utilized. I am dysfunction gazing into the eyes of function. I am quieted, odd, menaced awkwardness dying at the altar of suave. They call me Levitch. Leave me a message."
  • Who?

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