The simpler times of Captain Kangaroo and Mr. Green Jeans have all sadly disappeared along with my girlish figure and my soft-as-a-buttercup complexion.
My Mama had it so good.
Not only do I have to deal with W*ccan and weirdos and the West Nile Virus, but now, according to Mr. Science, I have to choose whether my kid is going to grow up with Multiple Sclerosis or Skin Cancer!
Please, Bill Nye the Science Guy, could you let up just a wee bit?
How 'bout solving world hunger? Or maybe you could clean up all those poor penguins off the coast of South America? Or how 'bout helping us with something, ya know, useful, like static cling and hair frizzies?
Seriously, I've got enough on my biodegradable, not-gonna-destroy-the-planet-and -make-Al-Gore-millions paper plate.
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Hear, hear! :v)
Couldn't have said it better myself!
Preach on sista!
What a stupid article. "...No absolute sun measurements were recorded; recalled personal recall?" It was way to early to publish these "findings." Just my opinion.
I hear ya.
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