Jill McDonough's poem, "Breasts Like Martinis", is one of the best original works of literature I've read in ages. It does a great job of combining two things I love.
Also, if anybody knows the joke about a shoelace walking into the bar, or the whore, the midget and the Chinaman, let me know.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Slate Does It Again
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hint: "I’m a frayed knot!"
(i don't know the midget one but i bet it's good.)
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