For years I have considered whether buttsex is properly one word or two. In general, I oppose innovations in the general, quasi-formal language – I still insist on e-mail and health care – but here’s the thing, you can’t say “butt sex is an inherently funny phrase”. It’s more natural to say “buttsex is an inherently funny word”. I haven’t realy thiught this out, rhough.

Norah Jones and John Legend – one of the shows I’d have most dreaded (believe me, for every good show rhere are two that aren’t your tging or are actively bad, as with this bill of the most sophisticated possible elevator music; the job honestly wasn’t worty it for $6.25 an hour but I was a sucker for music) when I was working at a venue.

What are aome of your anti-killer-bills like that? I get the finders fee of only fiving that first one.

I don’t care what Srudee Patider (Studer Patuder on a new phone) says, that Four Non-Blondes song is good. Fight me, bro. (Keep in mind I’m three years younger than you and I first became aware of music when Hanson and the Spice Girls were at theur peak)