I'm getting the sense that this summit, which involves mardi gras beads and cellphone displays, is less about empowering girls and more about getting them out of the house for a few days so that mommy can have some me-time for a change.
I am totally borrowing elements of this dream from my pal Hortense, but I hope all of her children grow up to be outrageously gay -- Richard Simmons-y for the boys, Chastity Bono-y for the girls -- experiment will all manner of illicit drugs and then open up a late-term abortion clinic and call it "Elisabeth's Place."
At first I thought the daisy mention was in reference to the life clocks embedded in everyone's palms in Logan's Run, but in that scenario everyone is bumped off at 30.
I wouldn't be surprised if this child makes her leave the show. She seems beside herself anyway with Obama in office, 75% of her shtick is gone, no W. to carry water for.
Sigh. What sort of a world do we live in when Hasselbeck procreates thrice, and yet Fortune will not bring forth Tinsley-Topper progeny? Even a tiny JFP in a jar? My soul quakes.
I knew there was something amiss when I read that those octuplets were born in Bellflower, which makes Hoboken look like the Rue du Mont-Blanc. (That last one is for you, Baroness)
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I am down on tweens and shan't quit ripping them. --Jack the Tweeter
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MCST=Street cred and geetin' that gwap yo.
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However, I did miss lil miss yappy for Blago's appearance..
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still..
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