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To be fair, we also thought a lot about her scar and the rest of her body....
Yet again, we find ourselves grateful that the worst thing our mom ever did to us was show her boobs at our book party. Twice.
A cure for AIDS? A black president? Pregnant men? The ability to put our own faces inside of our vaginas? Welcome to the future, baby.
Is there anything scarier than thinking that Elisabeth Hasselbeck might win?
What you don't know yet is that our mom flashed our friends at our book party...
In a month we'll either get to stop hearing about Sarah Palin forever or we'll be stuck hearing about her for four years. It kind-of feels like that time when you decide you're ready to lose your virginity and just need to find someone to lose it to. You know it's either going to be really great or really terrible, but you just need it to happen already... Right? Anyone?
Don't worry. No nipples were harmed in the compiling of this list...
Oh, those aren't Sarah Palin's breasts? Well, with all the nude pictures of the Republican veep nominee floating around the Interwebs, you could have fooled us.
This week we highlighted the world's growing insanity, lawlessness, and preponderance for rampant public nudity...
Because we're happy to see you, too...
Bleebloobloop. So much happened this week our brains are on overload. We're about to crash. Go see for yourself what we mean.
Well, it was about all of the ladies but one, and we were pretty okay with that. But seriously, if you like ladies, you'll love this week's Highs and Lows.
It was a long, cold winter and nothing says fuck me (and tip me) like a pair of stripper shoes, right?
Spring must really be in the air, because we saw everybody's everything this weekâincluding some we wish we hadn't.
Seriously, we thought we were going to get fingerbanged and then we didn't. How do you think our week went?
Maybe it's the warm weather, but we definitely experienced more boobs than usual this week. Let's make a little game out of it and see how many times we can use "boob" or "boobs" in one post.
We can't think of anything in the world that compares to getting finger banged at summer camp. So we'll leave it at that sweet, sweaty, sticky thought. The rest of the stuff that happened this week is after the jump.
This week was all about intensity, good, bad and, uh, injected.
We like to think that in addition to showing you pictures of boobs, we're doing a public service here at Scanner. We want you to get dates and have sex and look at great pictures... of many things.
In our lifetimes many boobs will come and go. But every once in a while a pair like no other comes along (and, no, they don't belong to Ashley Alexandra Dupre). And just like that, they're gone.
There were a few things that happened this week that didn't have anything to do with soon-to-be-former New York Governor Eliot Spitzer's high class hooker, but we were all pretty much focused on one thing this week, and her name is Ashley Alexandra Dupre.
Damn, this was a busy week. We fell in and out of love, we traveled, we encountered racism, and as always, we saw some boobs. Oh, and story of our lives: he never called.
We were full of love at Scanner this week. And, really, how could we not be?
We spent the week contemplating our belly buttons, boobs, bellies and butts. And in the end, we appreciate what nature gave us a little bit more than we did when the week began. How about you?
Valentine's Day has come and gone and we're all still here (except maybe the people who got heart-shaped suckers with scraps of metal in them). We may have gained a few pounds and had a few too many red hots while watching LOST alone in bed, but over all, it was an OK week. Even for those of us who aren't getting any (and that includes you now, New York Post readers!).
It's true, we like to put on high heels and feather boas and maybe, just maybe, we'll get dressed up to go to the theater.
This week went by pretty quicky, but not without bringing to our attention many things that begin with the letter 'B.' Frankly, we're glad the week is over. We're going to go crawl into a hole, then watch the Super Bowl, and we'll be back on Monday.
Emily Farris writes about culture and food for numerous publications and websites you've probably never heard of, including her own blog eefers. Her first cookbook, Casserole Crazy: Hot Stuff for Your Oven was published in 2008. Emily recently escaped New York and now lives in a ridiculously large apartment in Kansas City, MO with her cat, but just one... so far.
Brian Fairbanks is a filmmaker living in the wilds of Brooklyn. He previously wrote for the Hartford Courant and Gawker. He won the Williamsburg Spelling Bee once. He loves cats, women with guns, and burning books.
Colleen Kane has been an editor at BUST and Playgirl magazines and has written for the endangered species of dead-tree magazines like SPIN and Plenty, as well as Radar Online and other websites. She lives in exile in Baton Rouge with her fiance, two dogs, and her former cat. Read her personal blogs at ColleenKane.com.
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