Sometime in September I remember driving to work and seeing a giant black cloud on the horizon. I don't think I remember a hard-on that was that big.
Well, maybe when I was in that strip club in Ottawa, Ill., but that's beside the point. Anyway, a reporter's instinct tells him to emulate a dumb moth and fly straight toward the danger.
Anyway, here were the results:
Thursday, October 30, 2008
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