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{ Friday, February 23, 2007 }  
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So this week's been a bit mad, and I've had absolutely no brainspace to blog. My apologies. Especially since I had some awesome thoughts yesterday about fundamentalism, Dick Cheney, and Deepa Mehta, which I may try and write up this weekend, along with the eight other things that need doing. Hopefully next week will be a bit more of a breeze. That's my hope, at any rate.

To make it up for you, I'll share something I found buried in an old email from last spring, written after I'd had the pleasure of watching the fine HBO documentary Katie Morgan: A Porn Star Revealed. I highly recommend this program if you enjoy porn stars talking about their drug trafficking arrests, or if you just generally enjoy documentaries about porn stars. But I don't recommend it if you're easily freaked out by bad boob jobs. Katie Morgan's boobs are a bit terrifying.

Which is why I wrote a totally awesome song about them.

Katie Morgan's Boobs, by Band TBD (which is what I will name my band)

Such a pretty girl
Who's to say
We wouldn't like her
The natural way?

Such a pretty girl
Why oh please
Must her fake tits
Try and squeeze

Out of her top
Ready to pop
She's a porn star I know
But they gotta go...

Katie Morgan's Boobs
Such a shame
Katie Morgan's Boobs
Way too LA
Katie Morgan's Boobs
Just not the same
Katie Morgan's Boobs
Make men feel lame

[Repeat Chorus]

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Eww. I just braved Google images with safesearch off, and her breasts look like strange growths sprouting from her chest. That poor (stupid?) woman.
 

See? My song lyrics always tell the truth. It's my prose that lies. :-)
 

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