Margaret Thatcher's secret fetish

I’m listening to an old CD from the Cranberries Bury the Hatchet. Late in the CD is a song that says how terrible it is to molest children. I’m sure the clandestine pedophiles that used to like this band dropped them right away. Or maybe Michael Jackson listened to it and thought “Even the Cranberries don’t like me. *sniff* That hurts.”
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Quitters never win. That’s why no one wants to stop smoking.
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Palin keeps the press out of her rallies, and bars cell phones and other recording devices. What kind of a politician actively seeks to keep away from the cameras while still holding rallies? If she can’t bear the limelight of being a potential candidate years before the race, how is she going to deal with being President 24 hours per day, when every jackoff with a blog will nitpick her every move?
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20 years after the Berlin Wall came down, secret memos got de-classified. Bush Sr. and Margaret Thatcher were actually against the wall coming down and the re-unification of Germany. All that Republican BS about “Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall!” was phony. After the Wall comes down, who took credit? George Bush Sr., as if he had taken a pickaxe to it himself and singlehandedly smashed it to bits. Thatcher outright demanded that Gorbachev do something with his troops stationed in East Germany. Maybe because Thatcher was a woman, she didn’t know how messed up it is to f*ck Germany while using the Soviet’s d!ck. Seriously, Maggie, it’s rude.
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My five year old knows the difference between a red and white wine glass. I’m a bad parent. I probably told her the difference a few months ago, and she put in her vault and she’ll never forget. Meanwhile, I’m still working on “please” and “thank you” for the 11,000th time.

Don’t look at me like that. Red wine glass, white wine glass, whatever. We drink the stuff from a box. It is to wine what McD’s is to burgers. It’s not merlot, it’s McErlot (pronounce the silent ‘t’).

Yet, I can’t stomach drinking from the wrong glass.