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Friday Five & Product Kudos Friday, Dec. 17, 2004 - 1103315507 A couple of really nice products to recommend: Vapor Shot, by Breathe Right, and Weleda Skin Food hand lotion. I'd actually tried WSF when Cheri brought some with her when she visited in March. And the Vapor Shot helped keep my breathing within acceptable parameters without having to take medication. Both of these items are available at Drugstore.com, which will ship your stuff ASAP. --- Late Breaking News: I altered my Vapor Shot box with a black Sharpie. View the results here. --- Scott Peterson is receiving FAN MAIL. What sick fucks. Dear penpals of Scott Peterson: Go and help those people in Nigeria instead. You're just who they want to hear from. --- Friday Five for December 17, 2004: What is a fond holiday tradition from your childhood? Driving around to see who had the best Christmas lights. There was always at least one family who was guilty of Too Much Christmas, and had animated displays in their front yard which I'm sure just thrilled their neighbors to death. If you could start a new holiday tradition, what would it be? Donating to a favorite charity instead of buying gifts for people. What is your favorite Christmas song and who sings it? Tie: "Christmas Wrapping" by The Waitresses and "There's Something Stuck Up In The Chimney" by Bob Rivers. Is there a certain event, food, television program, etc. that makes your Christmastime complete? Mandatory Christmas viewing in my household: Scrooge (the 1951 version with Alastair Sim), The Bishop's Wife (Cary Grant), Holiday Inn, Miracle On 34th Street (the 1947 version), A Christmas Story, It's A Wonderful Life, and the various television specials (Charlie Brown, Rudolph, Grinch, Emmett Otter). I'm sure there are more, but those are the biggies.
No. I never wish for snow at sea level. If I want snow, I have friends in New York and Colorado and Idaho who will let me come and play in it there. --- Found over on alt.humor.best-of-usenet: "There's nothing unusual about our solar system beyond the fact that one of the planets is occupied by psychotic apes who insist on pondering their own uniqueness." --- Later this morning I go to the post office to overnight something to somebody. I'm sure that will be a million laughs. Merry Christmas, my friend. I hope you like what I picked out. And yes, you can open it when it gets there tomorrow. --- Okay, me go now. ---
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