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...tried to kiss her. The second took place in Dallas in 1994 after Albert asked her to come up to his room to help him send a fax. Masden said she found him wearing panties and a garter belt, "exposed and aroused"; he pushed her head toward his crotch and bit her neck. As Masden tried to shove him away, she said, she pulled his hairpiece off, and when Albert went to cover his head, she fled from the room. Round 3 was a clear victory for the prosecution...
...prefers to be called Mark Wahlberg, the name his mother and father gave him when he was born, 26 years ago, in Boston, Mass. But the photographer wants a bit more attitude, a bit more of the old Calvin Klein pinup Marky Mark. How 'bout stripping and covering his crotch with his hands? "No!" yells Wahlberg's manager, the intrusive, Jerry McGuire-ish Steve Levinson. "I knew I needed to be here!" Later, Wahlberg is asked if he would have stripped. "Sure," he says. "Ask me to jump out the window, and I'd do that too." And he fakes...
...take some chances," Drudge admits. But he boasts that his items are "80% accurate"--counting his (correct) prediction of Bob Dole's running mate and his (apparently inaccurate) report that Paula Jones saw a bald-eagle tattoo in Bill Clinton's crotch area. His brand of fast-and-loose journalism seems to work online, where getting it first often means more than getting it right. And why not? It's a fast-food medium, and increasingly savvy users are learning (thank you, Pierre Salinger) to take a fistful of salt with every byte...
...Jones. Yet rather than classic black and white, Opie's colorful backgrounds scream in yellow, viridian green, and an ultramarine blue, which matches the color of Vaginal Davis' garish eyeshadow. Except for the tufts of curly green hair which cover his head and sprout from his underarms and crotch, Davis stands stately before the viewer wearing nothing but little white socks and shoes. Opie's photograph fascinates us with a perfect combination of elegance and sleaze...
Third, Harvard really needs to exercise greater control over its lawn sprinklers. To begin with, if you happen to be standing in the wrong place when the sprinklers turn on, you're likely to find a stream of water aimed right at your crotch. And even if you're lucky enough to come upon the sprinklers after they're already on, you may still have to run a gauntlet to get where you're going. You'd think that the Administration would realize that there is no point to watering the asphalt...