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My Googlebar just gets worse and worse. And half these are related to one thread from yesterday with a co-conspirator who shall not be named.

hot dog hallway
"my three sons of bitches"
obscene mad libs
she's bald jerry
cooter wagon
budonkagina
tuscaloosa bad ass wickles
kid rock macaulay
"on like a pot of neckbones"
zippity frack
jackie sherrill castrated bull
standup dog

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On the cover of this week's Publishers Weekly--or rather the advertising thingy that LOOKS like the cover of PW and jackets the real cover--comes this atrocity:




I now return you to your regularly scheduled apocalypse.

see also: earlier thoughts on the whole Chicken Soup for the Soul thing