I woke up this morning with all the cats sprawled out around me on the bed, and for a moment there I almost despised their purry, superior contentedness as I got up to earn money to keep them alive and in comfort.
Cuties! I hate you!
All the President's flacks
Frank Rich, on what a pathetic, has-been whore Bob Woodward is.
For Bob. Happy Holidays, asshole.
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December 5, 2005
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