Hey, New York Times, I realize that the closest thing to a barnyard epithet would probably be the word you're so discreet about not sayin in this article today but everyone can hear it on cable. Even on the sanitized for our protection "Sex and the City" on TBS.
Don't play coy! It's dorky! Don't be prissy! It's such an act, you decadent liberals, you.
The only reason I'm not saying it is the offchance my granddad reads this.
Oh, heck. I call bullshit on me for hypocrisy.
Sorry, granddad.
Yes, let others mull over far more heinous journalism sins; it's these little bitty ones that degrade respect over time.
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