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effyourself meets elfyourself
Click for a cheery Christmas greeting. (Thanks to soNOTcool for the tip.) Edit / Ripped from the Headlines: For future reference, you may want to Lysol Santa before sitting in his lap. -
For a brief moment, I felt a tiny tickle of holiday spirit.
Today I passed Santa and one of his more lovely elves standing in front of a local coffee shop. They weren't soliciting, fundraising, or promoting. Instead, they were waving to drivers, high-fiving bikers, and … -
Your mom must be so proud.
When you started your Xanga account, did you ever imagine you'd end up as Time Magazine's Person of the Year? Congratulations to you and to all of us. We've earned it. -
A real conversation with my mother.
Mom: I got you something, but it’s not a gift. Eff: Ok. What is it? It’s a radio that you can power just by cranking the handle. You don’t need an outlet or batteries. Oh, for like when the power goes out or… -
There’s milk. It’s spilt. And I’m cryin’.
Back in the day, milk bottles were made out of glass. And they were delivered. To your doorstep. By a milkman. Who effed your wife. And that was just fine. Because nowadays, milk bottles are made out of plast…
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- Name: eff
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