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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...several of your closest friends had to drown, what liquid would you like...

Author: By Joseph P. Shivers, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Coke (Coca-Cola) Kills (Sperm) | 10/15/2008 | See Source »

...mail from your Gmail account without answering a few mathematical puzzles first. Apparently, once you board the train to drunk town, your math skills are the first to go. A perfect solution to a troublesome problem—as we all know what kind of e-mails some liquid courage in your system can prompt you to send...

Author: By Jamison A. Hill, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Love it: Google Mail Goggles | 10/15/2008 | See Source »

...trip took me several times across the wide, brown Missouri River, and it occurred to me that these issues of skin color and tribe have haunted these parts at least since Lewis and Clark paddled the liquid highway westward. But as I listened to voters, what became clear was that the Obama campaign is not the simple racial referendum some commentators have pictured. I heard several reasons why voters might be reluctant to support the guy, but race was rarely cited...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: For White Working Class, Obama Rises on Empty Wallets | 10/12/2008 | See Source »

...natural gas on the West Coast, it had no way of reaching the lower 48 states. As a result, producers sent whatever wasn't used locally - 28% of total output last year - to a Liquified Natural Gas (LNG) plant on the Kenai Peninsula, where gas was chilled to a liquid state and put on tankers for Japan and other Pacific rim countries...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Palin's Blown Opportunity on Energy Independence | 10/12/2008 | See Source »

...front of a large oil painting. The Englishman had depicted some kind of incomprehensible allegory–a leopard, a sextant, philosophical books, and in the middle of it all a painted man, naked.Felicity stood, aghast. She felt the rising tide within her breast, the swelling of a liquid blaze that she could not suppress. She knew not from whence this Irish fire came; it overflowed from some inner latent sea to fill her mouth, to seep from her nether regions, straining to burst. She hardly noticed when Frederick departed to the small sculpture gallery off the main hall...

Author: By Lesley R. Winters, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: The Stable Boy | 10/9/2008 | See Source »

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