For those five days each month when we've been hormonally hijacked, there are women's health clinics to be defended, underpaid amigas at Mickey D's to be organized, and redwood trees to be protected.

Well, he turned out to be not such a badnik, but yes, I was doing well at school, although because I was enjoying it so much it didn't seem as if I was working particularly hard.

Oh, yes, Zippy. I run about helter-skelter all the day long accusing people of having gender-reallocation surgery. You sure got my nuber.

Their fire edge might help to kindle-up old sitten-up professours.