Toothpaste for Dinner is one of the greatest things to ever grace the cybernetzz.
Also: I'll totally smack ALL of you if you start writing reviews like that. Every. Last. One. of you.
"Rachel's post" S&F, 2007
This reply reads like Woody Allen and Hollywood Hogan snuck into Miss Manners' Upper East Side apartment early on a hot, boring July morning, bound and gagged her with pantyhose from her dresser in the antique wood-frame straight-backed chair at her typing desk, and then casually dictated the post to her-slash-snubbed out half a pack of Marlboro Reds on her neck. This is a second, maybe, MAYBE a third revision. Then a hungover Robbie Knievel typed it up on Billy Crystal's laptop on WiFi in a Starbucks under the LaGuardia flightpath while gulping a grande double cappuccino and listening to Billy bitch endlessly about his prostate exam. Star and a half.