two ridiculous things that i love

(Seriously, she’s practically the only celebrity out there for girls whose tastes veer tomboyish and non-blonde. She’s shouldering that burden on very nice shoulders, but it would be great if she could have a little company.)
My favorite aspect of the ridiculous plot is that a drug lord would A) hire street racers to zip drugs across the border—because there’s nothing more inconspicuous than four pimped-out hot rods driving in formation at 120 miles an hour; and B) stage a race through the middle of L.A. to decide who should get to be his aforementioned street racer mules. Another surefire way to stay under the radar of law enforcement.
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Here is my favorite spam of the day. Spam is getting very queer-theory—I think sender “Kirschenbaum” (was there ever a more philosopher-y name?) makes some interesting points about how gender and racial identities (and perceptions thereof) create expectations of guilt or innocence in our society; also about how we internalize those identities and create self-fulfilling prophesies:
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You Don't Like the Other Sex, You Are the Otther Sex - Gender Identity Disorders
How do you do, mr. The speaker was none other not blaming himhe's a man,
and you're fairer complexioned do you mean she was struck on the head ?
i think things you're expected to know. He never told not accorded through
this instrument of earthly.
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Although I wouldn't mind me some Vin Diesel.