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For all your Bush-hating needs ... and, you know, if you have an extra eleven and a half seconds.

Oh, and guess what? Sperm counts have dropped in the past fifteen years! I love stories like this. I always picture some poor guy sitting around with a great big petri dish and a teeny weeny pair of eyebrow pluckers going, "One ... two ... three ... ewww, I dropped one! Quit squirming!"

And the stupidest thoughts occur to me after a night of heavy writing. Like, if I'm playing pool with Saddam, Osama, and Timothy McVeigh, and the terrorists win, is that bad?

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So I was rambling along ye olde friends list, and I got to rashaka, who linked to inkbug, who had pretty shiny pictures.

( And pictures lead to rambling. )

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Tests Confirm Mad Cow Came From Canada .... Oooo! Wait, wait, I've got two jokes for this one.

1. How You Know Your Mad Cow is Canadian -- Two words: "Moo, eh?"
2. Oh, no! The terrorists are trying to get at us through the cattle! Ahhhhh!

Okay, so they're lame jokes. Did I claim they were good ones? Nooooo.