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A link from my friend Joe:

So, if I could cook and had the skill and lots of time and money for ingredients and wasn't going to be hanging out with charlene instead of going to your bday party, this is surely the cake I would have told Segev he should hire someone to make.

Dear Britney,

You're JUST NOT WEARING PANTS. I will brook no argument here, young lady. You are DEARTH PANTS. I am going to abstain from commenting on the absolute ridiculousness that is your hair, the fact that you only put in one of your frickin' FreshLooks, or how nast the insides of those boots must be by now. I am just asking you, please, as a favor to me (and to your ass), put on some pants. OK?

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I just took a nap and dreamed that I went on a camping trip with Barack Obama. He was really cool in the dream. That is all.