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Nov 11, 2012 • Masturbation does not belong in college chapel. Period.
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Oct 21, 2012 • It happened once upon a time in Mexico. There were windows down, kids screaming over one another to be heard, candy wrappers on the floor, bubble gum flavored lip gloss, sweaty armpits and the whole works—and more often than not, at the helm, blond mullet flapping like freedom in the wind.
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Oct 7, 2012 • ...in which Erika Rae visits a real live SpaceMan.
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Sep 23, 2012 • "Be a fisher of men"...not necessarily the same thing as "over-chlorinate people with zeal".
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Sep 16, 2012 • It happened once upon a time in Mexico. There were windows down, kids screaming over one another to be heard, candy wrappers on the floor, bubble gum flavored lip gloss, sweaty armpits and the whole works—and at the helm, blond mullet flapping like freedom in the wind.
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Sep 9, 2012 • For a timeless moment, the goldfish hung frozen in the air—an exploding iridescent orange disco ball—before landing on the surface of the pool with a tinkling crash.
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Aug 19, 2012 • You don't actually have to suffer from diarrhea, you just have to be willing to suffer from diarrhea. (Translation guide follows...)
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Aug 12, 2012 • He was like Mommy Dearest with a penis and a mop.
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Aug 5, 2012 • Erika Rae loves the word "whores". Say it: "whores". See?
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Jul 15, 2012 • It's dirty laundry day. Just...stay away from the underwear drawer.
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Jul 8, 2012 • <<— This is the face Devangelist Erika Rae makes in the mirror when she asks herself if she is going to get over it or what.
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Jul 1, 2012 • Devangelist Erika Rae wonders about the status of her own sanity after spending her teenage years talking to angels and demons in her bedroom. (To be fair, they never spoke back.)
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