As a rejection consultant, I hear it all. I like near-death novelty photos, teeth bling, puppies and discriminatorily neutral jeers: "Hey clean shirt!" I am, however; probably best know for the musical I did with Hitler. Jake Hitler, that is. He lived next door and we knitted afghans together (when we could catch them; they run fast!)
Oooh goodie, a parachute. I've always wanted one!
Posted by Sarah | 10:42 AM
No dear, you want a skydiving rig. Not a parachute -- those things will mess you up!
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Posted by Mark | 3:16 AM