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November 09, 2004
Speak of the Devil
Well I'll be damned. Ashcroft has resigned. All together now.
"Meet me in St. Louis, Louis,
Meet me at the fair,
Don't tell me the lights are shining
any place but there;
We will dance the Hoochee Koochee,
I will be your tootsie wootsie,
If you will meet in St. Louis, Louis,
Meet me at the fair."
Somehow Ashcroft and Hoochee Koochee just don't sound right together.
Posted by Rita at November 9, 2004 05:10 PM
Comments
Ding dong the witch is dead!
Posted by: Da Goddess at November 10, 2004 01:39 AM
At last, all the bronze breasts can be released...
Posted by: Keith at November 10, 2004 03:28 PM
The Puppy Liberation Movement strikes again!
Posted by: rita at November 10, 2004 04:51 PM
What are you, psychic?
The new guy is already making me a little nervous. But Ashcroft had to go.
Posted by: Thesaurus Rex at November 11, 2004 07:16 AM
There's always been something about Ashcroft that just gave me the creeps, not sure what. Don't know much about the new guy yet.
Posted by: rita at November 11, 2004 07:39 AM