The Bonfire of the Vanities returns like a tyrant in a spider hole. This weeks suckiest posts need to adopt Saddam's scruffy disguise and go into deep hiding; they're that bad. All of this weeks entries were gladly offered up to the raging Bonfire.
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"I wish to negotiate"...
- Susie got her Bonfire post in early. It didn't make the post any better unfortunately.
Jess proves the only thing less cool than going to the movies alone is going to the movies alone when you're ashamed to admit the movie that you're going to see, hypothetical of course.
Even at when she's not posting, Jennifer is still the Queen of Suck…
Andrew's ex did some animated graphics for his book publicity. Feeling on them were mixed, so too must have been feelings on the ex...
Harvey forgets that his core readers are perverts, not boxing fans.
Bryan has a special audio treat just for Bonfire readers.
Harvey is not really a sex-obsessed degenerate; he just plays one on TV.
The 2003 Weblog Awards spotlighted the quality of many bloggers, and then there was Sean.
Margi would make a great partner at a one of those murder mystery theaters.
Jamie is now dodging the PC police after making this post where he lampooned an illegal alien and assumed he was Hispanic.
Jim introduces us to an orgasmic calculator.
The King of Fools learns that plagiarizing from people who write well takes less energy than writing your own stuff. The rest of us just call it "blockquoting".
Pete has no excuse for keeping out of touch. You'll have no excuse for staying in touch...
Elliot has some questions about incest.
Dan is brown nosing an minor Internet celebrity. It never works, Paris Hilton never returns my calls.
Mike has a story about sex at the Ohio Reformatory for Women which, in the absence of video, is completely unsexy.
Brian shows us the bawling, frightened little boy he really is.
Heather is driving men to drink. Probably women, too.
Owen makes fun of the Malvo defense. It's just a case of poor execution (pun intended).
Kevin McGehee is funnier than Dat Phan, but then again that's not much of a compliment.
Nick no habla espańol, pero se habla dinero.
It was another near perfect week of blogging for me. Alas my Survivor predictive prowess was a little flat.
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