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Thanks, Slipstream!

That is a fantastic link. Superb insight into our great American obsession with plastic surgery. I printed it out for "girlfriend syndication."

Thanks. I always wondered if OxyClean worked. I admired his self-confidence and energy.
RIP, Billy, and as for Christian von Lahr, stay the hell away from Billy's spirit or get an eye full of orange oil.

I haven't had 'em but have considered surgery. The results of my impromptu poll of 8 friends  (which is all the science I'd need to be interviewed by Noory) shows the ones who have had implants in proportion to their frame to be happy with them, with the exception of one with a bad side effect related to healing. None of them have the BadaBing look. However, several other friends have had reductions because they were born with the BadaBing look and now are happy to be smaller. "Proportionality" is the key, apparently. Still undecided myself.

Sorry to have missed last night with Knapp. The last thing I heard was "We really screwed the pooch" and then I fell asleep. But I won't feel too bad knowing that this week promises a crapfest of Nooryesque proportions, beginning with resident genius Gilbert Eriksen! Cocktails start at nine, buffet opens at ten.

Now that Billy Mays has died, I wonder if von Lahr will be channeling him? Whatever next?

I logged on to see what C2C listeners thought about this Christian von Lahr "channeling" Michael Jackson. I went to von Lahr's website and it's full of the usual appalling dreck. Any thoughts? Or did most of you have better things to do last night than listening to this schmuck?

This was the last Saturday late night for me and Ian. I just can't take any more!

I couldn't agree more. This is a new low. Who is this von Lahr anyway?

I believe you are right. I should have stopped doubting my hearing when I did a double-take over the infamous "sand script Sanskrit" comment. Can it get any worse?

I went to bed with a migraine but woke up to hear Snoory whining about Ed McMahon. Something to the effect of "Why, oh why did Ed have to die?" and "I thought the world of that man."

Those were my exact thoughts, too. I cried out to God demanding to know why he couldn't have taken one of those ungrateful children with acute leukemia and let Ed live on. Or better yet, could he not have taken Ian Punnett?

Then Snoory said we all have to go sometime as if it were the first time the issue of human mortality had crossed his mind, followed up with a question about whether the inane guest had ever seen the devils waiting for a deceased soul to go to hell.

Will someone confirm or deny this exchange? Or was it my meds? It's not all that important, though. Since I found out I am mortal, I have a lot of things I have to do.

When I heard this guest I thought I was hallucinating. For me this was really one of the all-time lows, and I wanted to save those for Snoory! Too many scary visuals were flying through my mind.