Comments (9)

1. 

   CraigC says February 17, 2005 at 3:39 am

   See, Jeff, when you don’t have the teensiest bit of lesbian prison sex—and God knows I looked for some kind of subtle code—you don’t get any comments.  Now you know what your adoring public wants.

   Keyword, “specific”
2. 

   CraigC says February 17, 2005 at 3:40 am

   Oh, was it “thumb my nose?”
3. 

   Jeff Goldstein says February 17, 2005 at 4:43 am

   No. But I honestly thought “phlegm-marbled vomit” might touch a nerve.  Oh well, live and learn.
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   JWebb says February 17, 2005 at 4:54 am

   It’s not so much the “phlegm-marbled vomit” that touched a nerve as the fact that Martha has a “crafts regimen” she can “step up.”

   Makes me want to haul the old Nordic Trac out of the basement, hose it down and cut it up into something useful – like a delightful rotating hanging mobile.
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   gail says February 17, 2005 at 5:01 am

   But I honestly thought “phlegm-marbled vomit” might touch a nerve. 

   It definitely touched off my gag reflex.
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   david says February 17, 2005 at 11:41 am

   I detect that there is roughly a 1/3 ratio of Martha’s posts such that one out of three deals with prison sex.  The other two are more pedestrian, perhaps, but also tend to clense the palate.  You can’t always have prison sex entries.

   turning word “couldnt”.  As is I couldn’t be wrong, thought I probably am.
7. 

   McGehee says February 17, 2005 at 4:02 pm

   You can’t always have prison sex entries.

   HOW DARE YOU TELL SUCH A LIE!? AS A CITIZEN JOURNALIST I DEMAND 24/7 COVERAGE OF MARTHA HAVING PIE!
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   Diana says February 17, 2005 at 4:19 pm

   CC – you have to remember that Martha’s consummate skill with her arts and crafts are now syndicated and published for an international forum, heretofore unprecedented.

   She’s nobody’s bitch!
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   Hoodlumman says February 17, 2005 at 5:44 pm

   Jeff’s gonna branch out (albeit temporarily) on the Martha Stewart content.

   Meanwhile, he’s got those Dusty Brand clothing adds to look at.  Bless those overpriced tiny shirts on girl-next-door looking models.