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I don’t mean to be crude, but how many people are going to click on this picture purely to see if they can spot any actual child porn? I admit it, I did. It’s like looking at a car accident. You can’t resist. I guess that’s why Yahoo blurred it.

I am happy to report that UK Papa John’s pizza tastes exactly like the US version. Exactly. The breadsticks are spot-on too. The only slight problem with the entire experience was that the delivery guy brought us chicken wings instead of breadsticks, so he had to go back and switch them. But other than that, if I had closed my eyes I might’ve been sitting in my PW dorm room on the Thursday night waiting for “Friends” to start. Ahhh…

Since when is someone not buying a house considered the news?

This is so sad. A little English boy had a bicycle accident and lost the top of a finger. So his parents took him to the hospital to have it sewn on. He died. I can’t imagine the shock his family must feel.

Dammit. The UK Survivor application specifies that I have to have a valid UK passport to be on the show. Maybe I can con one of the guys in the office into marrying me…

I am Cuddly Smurf. Awww, isn’t that special? (Link courtesy of Kitty Noir.)

Update: Why didn’t anyone alert me to my typo? It read “Cuddy Smurf” for hours.

A-ha! Finally, proof of what I’ve always suspected: English people are wrong with that whole “orientate” business. It drives me up the wall when I hear somebody say it. I’m like, “It’s “orient,” people. Quit cramming in extra syllables.”

The Bangles are coming! The Bangles are coming! And I just got tickets.

What a glorious day! As I was about to leave for work, I looked down and noticed that a new menu had been shoved through our mailslot: Papa John’s! Yeah, yeah, globalization is bad and all, but I love me some Papa. It’s cheap, it comes with garlic sauce, and it leaves a distinctive smell in your dorm room for days. And check out their website. I love how they’re all tryin’ to explain to the British what you get with your pizza (the aforementioned magic garlic dipping sauce and pepperoncinis). Damn. I know what I’m havin’ for dinner tonight!

Anyone who says “You love me” as an “all-purpose, anytime phrase… a greeting, a goodbye, or just something to throw into a pause in the coversation or to interject loudly while someone is speaking” is certifiably nuts. Exhaustion my ass. (Link courtesy of little.yellow.different.)