I Feel Even Less Patience With Transsexuals.

It Seems That One Moment I Was This Little Kid Only Caring About Animals And Flowers And Stuff, And Then The Next Minute I Was This Raging Stew Of Hormones. I Don't Know If You've Ever Been A Raging Stew Of Anything, But I Wouldn't Particularly Recommend It.

The Latest Twist On The Pampering Concept Is Spa Parties, Where A Group Of Friends Take Over An Entire Spa.

The Terrorist Attacks Were A Tragedy For The People Who Died Or Were Injured, And For Their Families And Friends. For The Rest Of Us, They Were A Wake-up Call As To What Type Of Lunatics We Are Dealing With. And Sleepwalking Our Way Back Into Ill-sorted, Dewy-eyed People Personal Politics Is The Last Thing We Need To Set Us Up For The Fight Ahead. Come On You Liberals, Don't Give Me The Morbid Pleasure Of Saying, 'i Told You So' Again.

I Wouldn't Know How To Fool A Man Any More. My Deceiving Days Seem So Long Ago.

Mind You, I've Always Been A Very Off-message Type Of Fat Broad; One Who Gladly Admits She Reached The Size She Is Now Solely Through Lack Of Discipline And Love Of Pleasure, And Who Rather Despises People (except Those With Proven Medical Conditions) Who Pretend That It Is Generally Otherwise.