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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 Mark |
			3:16 AM