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OK, fellow ER whores:

jennbits says that Sam's kid has a brain tumor. I don't recall this being divulged. Can I get a second opinion?

Because I really hate that little moppet. I'd rather sit through another season of Rachel Greene Teen Angst Bullshit (yeah, I know, you spoilerhounds, don't bother) than deal with that morbid tyke.

And now for something completely surreal...

...Ethel Merman fleeing from a fedora. A mauve fedora. RUN, ETHEL! RUN LIKE THE WIND!

Buy me this.

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Nice package, dude.

National Poetry Month blahblahblah

Some Gwendolyn Brooks for you:

We real cool.We
left school. We
lurk late. We
strike straight. We
sing sin. We
thin gin. We
jazz june. We
die soon.


And some Ogden Nash:

I don't mind eels.
Except as meals.
And the way they feels.

I was going to throw out some Ntozake Shange but I couldn't decide which one of hers to post.

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OMG WHERE DID randomreview GO?