26 January 2004
There's a tendency to expect our heroes to have feet of clay we are a cynical species at times, which I believe to be a survival mechanism but seldom do we envision that said clay might go past the ankles, past the belt-line, all the way to the scalp.
Which may or may not have something to do with how Donna finds her fondness for the Monkees more shaken than stirred.
(Addendum, 2:15 pm: Speaking of Donna, she's pulled her picture off her front page; if you're going through withdrawal symptoms as a result, you might take a peek at the logo at Wonkette.)
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