
Don’t be so hard on yourself. You may be a Pillsbury Dough Boy today, but someday you’ll be a Pillsbury Dough Man.
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Don’t be so hard on yourself. You may be a Pillsbury Dough Boy today, but someday you’ll be a Pillsbury Dough Man.

You may think this is cute, but you should see what the thumb did to the pinky. It was . . . well, let’s just say that the other thumb and both ring fingers were involved and it wasn’t pretty.

If you’re talking about the fact that I’ve heard “Baby, it’s Cold Outside” at least thirteen times today while trying to finish up my Christmas shopping (what DO you get for your thirteen-year-old cousin who’s only into video games, dying her hair purple, and sighing dramatically?), then yes, yes I am mad, bro.
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Well kids, tomorrow’s Christmas, when we celebrate the day that Jesus went from mild-mannered hippie prophet to angry Hulk Jesus and busted out on his own crucifixion before wrecking shop in New York City.
Right? Or am I thinking about Easter? I was never much of a Bible scholar.
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Dude. Cookie Monster’s got problems. What is it going to take to get Bert and Ernie to stage an intervention?
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Hey, why should fetuses get to do all the kicking?

Ah, yes, Hokusai’s late-career classic, The Dream of the Fisherman’s Chubby Sister-in-Law.
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Here we have cookie monster fixing to slam, because we all know that eating cookies gets you off only for so long before you have to move on to shooting them up. Unfortunately it looks like he’s got a nasty infection at the injection site, something with which I am all too familiar. Damn you, Mrs. Fields, you evil pusher.