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http://www.d-zyn.com/gresmedical/

SPREE: Medical article re: the Richard Gere rumor.

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I amend my request then. Can we muse upon the glorious mysteries of Culture Club's "Karma Chameleon" instead?

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"A torn sphincter is a small price to pay for a live gerbil."

OK, can this be our new motto?
:P

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I hope you will at least give me credit for creating metaphorical spoiler space by merely alluding to the contents of Rod's tummy. Although I knew that a more explicit post was inevitable, my hands are clean.

Edited to add I wrote the above before reading the post that immediately precedes this one, and to note that I was eating lunch myself, so I sympathize ... and apologize for starting the whole thing, no pun intended, NTTAWWT.

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Nice.

This all reminds me of one of the original internet "urban legends" - the gerbil and the explosive intestinal gas reported at the hospital press conference.

God bless Lemmiwinks.

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Ahh. Clean hands defense. Assumption of the risk. How about coming to the nuisance? You people talk like lawyers.
:eyeroll:

Today's Helpful Tip for Fire Prevention
 

If you are a smoker and you sit outside on your wooden balcony smoking while looking at the very dry forest in the park beneath your balcony, make sure that you safely deposit all ash and cigarette parts into the heavy glass bottle your SO has provided rather than stubbing your cigarette onto the wooden balcony railing.

Simon The Good.
 

O.K., I have resigned myself to the Godawful Eighties Revival, and I even refrained from purchasing a "The Eighties Sucked" t-shirt the other day because I knew that as soon as I bought it, it would be so eight minutes ago. I suffered through Ladytron, actually enjoy Felix Da Housecat, and find that there are unexpected benefits to the revival, including the Rollins Band teaming up with former Black Flag and Circle Jerks singer Keith Morris to play Black Flag songs (a show that, work-permitting, I shall attend this evening). But there is no fucking way I am going to sit quietly by as they play Men Without Hats and Duran Duran in my local bar. So, my fellow cultural historians, let us look back at nostalgia-based trends of the past and figure out how long I must suffer. How long before 80s-revivalism turns into the anti-80s-revival-backlash, as surely it must? I am hoping the backlash is already in full swing in New York, which means that it will reach Minneapolis by decade's end.

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Clean hands may be a lawyer thing for you, but for me, it's an OCD thing.

Today's Helpful Tip for Fire Prevention
 

I suspect there's a story behind this.

At least, I hope there is, or you simply have too much time to muse.

Simon The Good.
 

This is the 00s so the 80s are in. Nostalgia runs at 20 year intervals in ten year cycles. So in 2011, the 90s will be in, and every frickin' rich teenage poseur will be buying scuzzy flannel shirts at Goodwill again so they look all cool and grunge. I guess the girls will be stuck with the Courtney Love child-whore wear.

And you can insult Men Without Hats, but you can burn in hell for insulting Duran Duran. Forget they were cute and wore Barbie makeup, and you will hear some perfect pop songs. What, you'd rather listen to a bunch of moping Englishmen or hair-band shit like Ratt?

Simon The Good.
 

Wistful cosmopolitanism is so eighties.

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Please darling, the eighties are so 2002. NYC is onto the 90s now. Polly Esters just added a third floor. I figure the nineties will DC in about 2012 just as the goatees are getting shaved off. Of course, by then. the mustache trend will just be making its way south.

Simon The Good.
 

Did we decide this was a "Playboy" or a "Hitler"?

And oh--I heart the 80's even more than I heart PLF.

Simon The Good.
 

Wait, so that means big shoulder pads and big hair should be in, but it's not. Low slung jeans and peasant tops are so 70's, so are we behind in fashion, or late to the party for music?
I miss Alexis Carrington and the silk dresses with the linebacker shoulder pads and all that hairspray. Hairspray rocked!
And apropos of nothing...Jeff Colby of Dynasty fame is on a soap now. As the World Turns. I had forgotten how one dimensional he was. The stern look, yelling a Fallon. Bitching to Alexis. Ah yes...the 80's.