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  •  no! "boxers or briefs?" (none)
    Because I <breathy pause> just adooore men in uniforms... I think they are soo sexy!

    <breaking into song>
    ...at rallies in the night
    with all the torches burning bright
    I feel a stirring in me I can not neglect

    And I'll grasp with mad abandon
    any lad with an armband on
    and whose cute salute is manly and erect!

    (courtesy of V for Vendette, graphic novel)

    We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

    by Fabian on Fri Mar 03, 2006 at 02:48:27 PM PST

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    •  So, you are leading the Cheer team for (none)
      Olbermann
      Mike Stark
      Bill O'Really (gasp choke choke)

      "Time to clean out the crap in Congress" - Jesus (D) Nazareth

      by llbear on Fri Mar 03, 2006 at 02:52:58 PM PST

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      •  You should really get the whole song! (none)
        The Kitty Kat Kellar reflects the culture of the time in the graphic novel.  So the first number we see starts out a slow sultry tempo and ends up brisk and raunchy.

        I like the boots
        I like the at-ti-tude,
        I like the point at which the legal meets the lewd..

        My visual is Condi in boots strutting on the stage while the pudgy, balding faces of O'Reilly, Limbaugh and others lurk lustfully in the audience.

        We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

        by Fabian on Fri Mar 03, 2006 at 03:05:19 PM PST

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    •  The girls they love to see you shoot... (none)

      GOP = Spies, lies, borrowing & binging.
      BUSH KNEW about Katrina, 9/11, the whole enchilada! IMPEACH!
      Econ: -4.63 Soc: -6.92

      by MamasGun on Fri Mar 03, 2006 at 02:59:28 PM PST

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    •  All the lyrics! (none)
      Because it is quite the song and I think O'Reilly would really like it.

      (slow tempo, a sultry torch song)
      I'm not politically ticklish and theory makes me weary,
      And affairs of state aren't mykind of affairs.
      And I'd never bed, much less wed, the wag whose flag is deepest red.
      My tastes run more to Londonderry airs.

      (the tempo picks up a little)
      But at rallies in the night with the torches burning bright
      I feel a stirring that I can not neglect.
      And I'll grasp with mad abandon any lad with an armband on
      and whose cute salute is manly and erect.

      (a little faster & raunchier)
      I like the boots. I like the at-ti-tude.
      I like the point at which the legal meets the lewd.
      I like the thrill of the triumphant will,
      I like the marching and the music and the mood!

      So if some blonde haired blue eyed boy
      would care to teach me strength through joy
      and see that all my liberal tendencies are cured;
      If it be decreed by fate that you invade my neighbouring state...
      Then you will find my frontiers open, rest assured.

      I like the boots!
      And when they "heil" I smile
      and liquefy inside.
      I like their skin and their
      Di-sci-pline
      and the enormous sense of license it provides!


      (V for Vendetta, Alan Moore)

      We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

      by Fabian on Fri Mar 03, 2006 at 04:57:17 PM PST

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