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I went to hang w/ dorkontheloose last night, and would you BELIEVE that I had to BEG to watch my favorite show, America's Next Top Model? Fashion is my life, and that Janice Dickerman is just so charming--what am I supposed to do, miss the show?! I swear, some people.

I played little league baseball with a kid named Shank. One time my grandmother and Aunt Jo picked me up from a game, and we were parked next to Shank and his mom. Both cars had their windows down. I'd told Aunt Jo, who's mentally retarded, that his name was Shank, and she looked over at him and let out a belly laugh: "SHANK, hahahahaha!" She wasn't trying to be rude; I don't think she realized their windows were down. But I was mortified--I figured he'd probably try to kick my ass the next time I saw him. (Thankfully, he never said anything about it.)

Aunt Jo has a great sense of humor, though, and the most genuine laugh you've ever heard. One time we were sitting across the kitchen table from each other. I think I was reading the paper and she was eating cereal. And then she broke the silence with this:

Jo: What's that word mean, anyway?

Chris: Uh . . . what word?

Jo: Seamo.

Chris: Seamo?? I dunno--where'd you hear it?

Jo: I just made it up! I like that word.

Chris: Oh! Well, I guess it can mean whatever you want it to, huh?

Jo: Yeah! Seamo. SEAMO!

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If this were a fight, they'd stop it.