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Published on: 06/30/08Let the memory live again: It's Monday Mail. Halftime. Good news: The election year is half over.
Let the memory live again: It's Monday Mail. Halftime. Good news: The election year is half over.
Whoa! Shocker! Before that big Supreme Court ruling last week, I had no idea you weren't allowed to shoot people in Washington, D.C. Or have a handgun among the arms you keep and bear there.
Distorted by party bias, by rumor, and above all by the press, it's Monday Mail.
Agiant cat — there’s a horror-movie image for you: MegaPuss, ferocious feline from afar. Imagine the terrified movie extras fleeing that.
Such a tide as moving seems asleep, it's Monday Mail.
There's a "Seinfeld" episode in which Kramer lights a cigar in a diner, then argues when the manager tells him to take it outside.
The sixth cent A penny's change can strain your ears and dim your mind.
Act real rude and totally removed: It's Monday Mail.
Freeze your underpants. No, seriously: Roll them up and stuff them in the freezer.
On that razor edge between the past and the future, it's Monday Mail.
When the papa found out he began to shout, “It's Monday Mail.”
Just sit out and wait for the stars — it's Monday Mail.
The toy department of human life, it's Monday Mail.
Daniel's in the gator's pen with Wally by the tail.
It's hip, it's now, it's wow, and how — it's Monday Mail.
If music be the food of love, play on — it's Monday Mail.