In song, at least.
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I didn't really have a heart transplant. We found out I've been operating without a heart for decades.
To the last I grapple with thee. From Hell's heart I stab at thee. For hates' sake I spit my last breath at thee, thou damned Romney.
Daaad! The clicker won't mute!
Hey, Gingrich! I just bought your wife!
An Example of Homophobia
The Nelson Mandela Twitter Hall of Shame
10 Reasons Your Pet Can Handle the Snow
The President Takes a Selfie, and Michelle Obama is Having None of it
To the Designer of This Soap Dispenser: I Salute You
The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly This Year in the NFL
These Dogs Conquer Their Greatest Fear: The Family Cat
Snowed in Doesn't Exist in Minnesota
Way Too Real
First Selfies, Now This: the Sign Language "Interpreter" at Mandela's Memorial Just Made Everything Up
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