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Thanks for the "pick me up" [rimshot].

I typed those phrases into Babelfish but it make heads or labia of them [another rimshot]. I'm sure each one is some sort of chauvinistic joke. Any idea what they mean?

I bought you a postcard with a geisha girl on the cover and wrote a sloppy rant about Tokyo on the back at 2 in the morning while half drunk and exhausted. In my near delirium, I didn't leave space for an address. The next day, I wandered down to the post office and couldn't make sense of the ATM/stamp machine with a babbling raccoon cartoon character on the screen. It wasn't until I took it to a stateside post office that I realized there was no place to write where you live on it.

The same thing happened with Bill's. Right now they're both sitting in a desk drawer on top of a layer of Tokyo Disney receipts.

It's called an envelope. Look into it.

You fool, that would require effort! And those things don't fit into your everyday-sized business envelope, oh no.

Yet another reason why I can never read this site when I'm at work. The Vadge Badge is work-nono enough.

I just pray no one is going through the IE cache on my work PC. Thanks again, Flog!

I do read from work, however furtively.

BTW, I once tried to put the Vadge Badge on the Canard, but the damned thing insisted on staying at the top of the page. I'd like to put it up, but not if it's the first thing people see.

Ha! Apologies for my lechery. I do check on FLOG while in class and I have gotten the occasional over the shoulder inquiry about it. But then, a student once watched the Paris Hilton video in class, so I'm pretty small time.

Frankly, you're lucky to still be enrolled. Others have been castrated for less.

And it's only a matter of time before there's a Paris Hilton class in the English department. Kathleen Karlyn is probably working on the syllabus now.