Wonder Woman In All Her Divine Kinkiness

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Wonder Woman was really into kinkiness. At least, all the men she came into contact with were into doing kinky things with her, like chaining her up, tying her up, manacling her, cuffing her, duct taping her, binding her up with anything they could get their hands on, and then putting her in their vans, and taking her to a creepy farmhouse in the country.

Some people believe food shortages are caused by economic factors, like turning farmland into suburban developments, but they are really caused by people being kept in farmhouses. No work is getting done.

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Sweet Cherry Wine

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Yesterday, my guy brought me a bag of Queen Anne cherries. Everyone says that scents, or smells, which are the trashier cousins of scents, are evocative of memories. That’s true; I smell gardenias and jasmine, and I’m in Hawaii, on a warm, tropical, sweet-scented night.

But don’t underestimate sight. I saw the golden yellows of the cherries, with the soft rosy hue around the tops, and I was immediately transported to a cherry grove in Tigard, Oregon.

I rode my horse around Bull Mountain, the road we lived on, and cozied up to a cherry grove I’d found. It had Bing cherry trees and Queen Annes growing all unheeded by anyone else. I love all cherries, and my horse, Rebel Traveler, had no problem standing still while I gorged on cherries.

He channeled the Friends of Distinction, and thought grazin’ in the grass was a gas.

 

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To Speak With St. Peter, Please Remain On The Line. You Are Caller Number 3,467,895

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This is much nicer than my old journals.

The journals detailing my life from fifteen years ago are only half full. I’ll read them occasionally, and it’s amazing how much my life hasn’t changed.

I still hate traffic, I’m still in love with the same guy (I’m just not obsessing about him because I’ve got him) I’m still trying to lose weight (where is the journal that says I’ve lost all the weight I want and look absolutely perfect?). I still have the same habits, with the exception of a few, that I vow to give up, or there are aspects of my shabby character that I’m determined to improve.

For instance, waking up in a better, more energized mood every day. (I think I’m gonna need a bigger journal.)

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Lifetime Movies Tell A Tale Of Whoa!

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Today on the lineup of Lifetime movies, there was one titled,  I Killed My BFF. Right away, this struck me as odd. Normally, people don’t give away the plot of a movie right there in the title. First of all, I knew it was about two women, because no man I’ve ever met has said BFF in anyone’s hearing.

Lifetime movies tell a tale of whoa!

After reading the title, which took me approximately a nano second, I knew I could safely go grocery shopping because a) this murdering psycho is busy burying someone else and will leave me alone for the time being; and, b) I know what’s going to happen in this movie and don’t really need to watch it.

Except I might want to learn minor details, like if she was really your BFF, why’d ya’ kill her? The concepts of ‘best friends’ and ‘murder’ appear to be mutually contradictory, but kids aren’t getting the parenting they need nowadays, and they don’t know from concepts. The name of the movie should be My BFF Got In the Way Of My Plans, So I Offed Her, And Now I Have No BFF.

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How The Rastafari And The Doobie Settled America And Helped The Puritans Get Mellow

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A friend let it slip in my hearing that she wished the Rastafari had settled America, instead of those swingin’ Puritans, so that America would be a more mellow nation today. I sympathized with the sentiment; the early settlers of Nevada, the Bugsyians, didn’t even allow the lottery, which led to very strict laws.

This state would be much better off if it allowed people to have more fun, maybe even gamble a little.

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The Bugsyians settled Nevada.

The Puritans arrived in America a long time ago, sometime before the first Fourth of July weekend. The minute the first one set foot on that windswept spot on the rocky shores of New England, near a sign flashing ‘Chevy Rock Car Sales’, they were surrounded by Rastafari car salesmen trying to sell them a Plymouth and a doobie.

That sign is an important American landmark; it guided our Puritans through fog and rain and the confusion caused by vintage GPS (Guiding Puritans at Sea) units. Today, Chevy Rock can be found by looking for the stoned Puritan air dancers, which, like the Puritans, have no distinguishing male or female characteristics, although they do sport the colors of the Rastafari.

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Chevy Rock Car Sales!

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The CIA Has a Secret Museum That No One Knows About Except You and Me

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The CIA has a secret museum, which by definition of a museum, houses objects of historical, or some other kind, of significance. This museum is ‘secret’ in the sense that only a zillion people who work for the CIA, including their families, visitors to the agency and THEIR families, know about it, and now the Smithsonian magazine does too, which is where I found out about it, and immediately started plotting to get inside.

Inside this museum are all kinds of cool things that you and I should get to see, but as we know, CIA stands for Can’t Inform Americans, and they are very selfish. It makes me so mad, I am going send my electronically enhanced cockroach into the building.

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8 Reasons Road Trips With Your Husband Are Not Such A Great Idea, Only One Of Which Includes Large Wet Noses

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Road trips with your favorite husband, who may, or may not be, the one you’re married to, seem like a great idea. Stopping to gaze at magnificent vistas; staying overnight in romantic B & Bs; hours of uninterrupted alone time in a car. (Assuming you have no children with whom you feel obligated to travel.)

Sounds wonderful. Or, does it?

I spent entire minutes of my spare time, which occur while I’m driving, thinking of 8 reasons road trips with your hubby are not such a great idea.

Deep thinking made me miss a few of my favorite songs on the radio. He’s already interfering with my road trip.

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9 Things Women Don’t Do In Movies That Make Me Crazy And Every Toddler Knows How To Do

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Yesterday I binged on a Dirty Harry marathon, and couldn’t sleep from over stimulation of violence and raw justice. I yelled at the television occasionally, when I thought people were doing it ‘wrong’, and thought of 9 things women don’t do in movies that could save their bacon.

Yelling at the the television is an obnoxious habit, and proves I’m getting old, or crazy, or need to get out of the house more. I don’t care. I will take you down, if you tell me I can’t yell at people in movies.

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10 Warning Signs Of A Psychopath And A Serial Killer: Could This Be You???

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What are ten warning signs of a psychopath? Why would you assume I know? If you’ve ever wondered whether you, or someone else, is a psychopath or a serial killer, I will set your mind at ease.

Well, maybe not at ease, but if you aren’t dead, I can assure you that you aren’t the victim of a serial killer, although you may be one.

We’ve read the stories about the woman married all unknowing for twenty years to a guy she thought was just tinkering in the garage or hanging out with buddies, but was really dispatching the equivalent population of a small town, and it’s a big surprise when the Feds bust in during breakfast looking for him.

Who is she kidding? He didn’t have buddies; he was a ‘loner,’ mainly because he kept killing people who might have become his buddies.

Oh, he was tinkering, alright.

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Why Fat Cells Turn To Crime

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There are 101 ways to lose weight, but far more ways to gain it, and that is why the third oldest profession, after Interior Cave Decorator, is Diet Doctor. Diet Doctors love fat cells, which would never turn to crime if they had a viable profession to fall back on, like prostitution.

This is generally supposed to be the oldest profession in the world and was invented right after Adam and Eve celebrated their tenth anniversary, and the city of Paradise erected the first lamp post.

Without lamp posts, prostitutes would need to rent office space.

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Australia and Me: The Dingo Was My Baby

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There’s a reason I’m two degrees from being a gypsy. My parents were gypsies, so it must be genetic. I’d be able to prove this, if my genes didn’t keep packing up their crap and moving.

In the 1960s, Australia was actively searching for people to move to their country and be productive citizens. There was a flood of immigration here in the 80s, but rarely do countries actively invite strangers to their shores.

I’ve heard rumors that Canada is welcoming and polite to foreigners. I’m thinking of moving my family there, to determine if I can leave my doors unlocked, and be free from homicide by gunfire.

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And, The Oscar Goes To: Pete, The Viking, For Perfect Attendance In Battle

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Awards are pleasant things, and are handed out for rescuing children from a burning building, discovering a cure for a disease, or for having perfect attendance at work.
I was subbing one day in a teacher’s class and saw a long line of awards on his cabinets. It was very impressive. I wanted to give him an award for having the most awards.

These were all for perfect attendance.

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I have received degrees and certificates of achievement, but I can’t remember ever getting an award. When I was young, we had a Great Pyrenees named Beaucoup. He won a trophy for Longest Tail in a local dog show. I wanted him to win for Biggest Dog, but the politics in these things are rough. I saw Liver Snaps changing snouts right and left.

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Why Dinosaurs Became Extinct: Because They Used Winchester Rifle Say Archaeologists

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From the beginning of time, people have wondered why dinosaurs became extinct. They wondered this even when dinosaurs were walking the earth and standing right in front of them. Early people were quite obviously blind as bats.

They wondered about this phenomenon before the word ‘extinct’ was even invented, which is why they didn’t know that standing in front of some dinosaurs and gawking at them in wonder was a valid reason for humans to follow the dinosaurs’ giant footsteps into oblivion.

This scientific curiosity and nearsightedness of our ancestors stemmed from ancient optometrists not having developed eye exams during the reign of the dinosaur. In the optometrists’ defense, since the alphabet hadn’t been written yet, those big and small letters in the exam would have been difficult to invent. Instead, early optometrists used stick drawings of wooly mammoths and guys holding spears when they should have used drawings of T-Rexes.

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Procrastination Anonymous May or May Not Be Meeting Tomorrow

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Procrastination was first developed in Italy five hundred years ago, over a long lunch, with many bottles of wine. All kinds of people were at that lunch; scientists who cured diseases, geniuses who invented amazing technology, aliens from Vulcan, you name it, they were there.

We have never heard of them, nor are we able to benefit from their achievements, because they never achieved them. That lunch is still going on.

Procrastination is a fine art, and may possibly be genetic. I meant to ask my parents if they were procrastinators, but I never got around to it, and now they are gone. It should have been a clue when they both put off ‘going’ for a long time.

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Hear No Evil and Speak No Evil and You’ll Never Get Invited To Parties

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To live a good life and make friends, you are adjured to ‘Hear no evil and speak no evil’. Other than that, forging friendships shouldn’t be hard. There are tons of people around; you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting one. Some of them are quite likeable. We all know, perhaps may even be, one of those paragons of virtue who are kind, compassionate, and helpful, and have a flashy personality to boot.

Maybe we are even a flashy personality who likes to wear boots.

batmanMost of us love these people. Not everyone does, because some people are just miserable, and hate all kind, compassionate, flashy, boot-wearing paragons. They especially hate the people who are the nemesis of a superhero. Nemeses (the plural of nemesis, I looked it up) hate those paragons, and a superhero is always a paragon of virtue, and wears boots, to boot.

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Sex, Love, Limerence, and Good Old-Fashioned Obsession: These Are A Few of My Favorite Things

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Sex and love are time consuming. If you are busy doing either, or both, of them, you hardly have time to grocery shop, much less go to work, or clean the house. When you first fall in love with someone, all you can think about is that person. When you look at them, they shimmer in that foggy way they use on television to denote someone shimmering in a foggy way. Sometimes its hard to see your love object through the fog.

Scientists have been working on a virtual rendition of this shimmering fog, so that people in love will remain in love for longer than three months. The Love Fog generally dissipates the first time someone farts, to be replaced by a fog of an entirely different sort.

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Winning The Internet Jackpot

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Before you get all excited, there is no money attached to winning. However, if you like to pat yourself on the back, you’ll be in gravy after you learn the Secret of Winning the Internet Jackpot.

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Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer: A Sociological Dissemination

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I feel it is my duty to call attention to the ‘Most famous reindeer of all, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer’. Rudolph is the subject of a song I heard this morning, and know by heart, since I learned it 5,000 years ago. Like most people, I don’t listen to Christmas songs except at Christmas, and then only because the radio transforms into a blithering, dithering idiot appliance, which spouts the same songs 250,398 and 1/2 times over a two month period.

The 1/2 occurs because of the international dateline and the longitudinal bypass of the periodontal tabulator. At 12:01 a.m., which is technically the day after Christmas, if a Christmas song is playing, it will suddenly stop, and that is the last of the songs until November.

After deep thought, lasting approximately thirty seconds, I have decided the song, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, is not suitable as a lesson for children, or shows a proper attitude toward Christmas. Let’s take a quick look at the first line for starters, which includes the names of the ‘other’ reindeer.

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Nothing I Learned In Kindergarten Has Done Me A Bit Of Good

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I remember my mother abandoning me to the tender mercies of the kindergarten teacher when I was six years old. She promised she’d stay and watch through that little window in the door, and she did for a little while. Then, she disappeared and I had to learn my ABCs. This was before Sesame Street so the banner marching across the top of the blackboard was my first official glimpse of the letters.

Supposedly, everything we need to know we learned in that classroom, but my parents have to share some of the blame. Nothing I learned in kindergarten has done me a bit of good.

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Yummy, Yummy, Yummy You’ve Got Love In Your Tummy: Sex And The Brain

Sex and the brain. They go together like PMS and chocolate. Like Martin and Lewis.(Okay, okay. Like Brad and Angelina. How’s that? Better? Like Kanye and Kim? Let me know when I get to a reference that’s up-to-date.) Like dogs and food, any food.

Like the old song says about love and marriage going together like a horse and carriage (now there’s a dated reference) you cannot separate the two. Scientists, who are too busy studying stuff to ever have had sex, especially when they’re wearing those black, taped in the middle glasses, tell us we think about sex 98.99 percent of the time.

It may be a bit lower than this, but what’s a percentage point or two between sex addicts?

(I realize my title and this song are about the tummy, but everything’s connected, so just read on, and quit killing me with semantics.)

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