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You know what I like to see tattoos of on strippers?

Jesus.

That's right, Jesus. Complete with the crown of thorns and beatific smile. Here's my bloody Jesus back piece, here's my cooter, enjoy your steak.

It's been a strange day all around.

I'm feeling very Dimmer these days. Some of my favorites:





And not Dimmer, but still Shayne Carter (oh, how young and terrible they look, but I love the song):

We had a kid at the school where I taught that we referred to as Two-Step. Nice kid, decent attendance, got about a C for effort, but that was more than most kids got. We never called him Two-Step to his face, his name was actually Demontrae, but it was common in the staff lounge to refer to him as such. We called him this,...
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Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot

For some reason, my husband and I got it in our fool heads to celebrate Guy Fawkes day. Possibly because we'll take any excuse for a celebration. We couldn't think of a meal that had a really appropriate 'blowing-up-Parliament' kind of feel, so we're having celebratory commemorative Guy Fawkes tacos and watching V for...
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Today is the anniversary of my death, fourteen years ago. It's also the anniversary of the day I realized that my mother really should have told me that, because she's deathly allergic to morphine, there's a good chance I would be too.

I try not to be too maudlin about it, though. Even though I was technically dead, it clearly didn't stick. I think I'll...
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