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AgencySpy: Here is a military-grade fart smuggler for your partner’s chemical weapons-grade flatulence. Although, true story, I accidentally dutch ovened myself in my own cold lonely bed this morning. So, thanks, infomercial, for allowing me to feel not only totally disgusting, but also chronically alone.

Founditinabar: Oh man. I know what I’m going to be reading as I drink by myself in front of my laptop tonight!

FishbowlDC: The White House Correspondents’ Dinner has an awkward seating arrangement. Who is going to get a booster seat for Justin Bieber? Or Sally Quinn?

Bitch: Blogging while female is tough. It seems our only choices are to tell TMI-ified personal anecdotes (like, say, fart stories), blog about fashioooooon, or have been famous to begin with. So glad I went with option 3.