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Malene’s interests and hobbies include Schadenfreude, sci-fi and fantasy (good and bad alike), hilarious hair pieces, age-inappropriate celebrity crushes, messed-up starlets, waiting for the next Star Trek movie, hating Björk, creative profanity, disobedient robots, fake celebrity relationships, post-apocalyptic dread, singing super-villains, baseball, David Beckham (but only when he keeps his mouth shut), vampires and knitting tiny sweaters for her seven cats. That’s not true. Maybe.
This was sick, in a delightfully twisted way.
That said, don't watch Misery Bear videos with overly-tired, hyper-sugarified-from-school-Halloween-party young kids around. My 9 year old son burst into tears last night when he saw what happened to MB's pet goldfish!
Posted by: Caroline in Toronto | October 30, 2010 at 08:00 AM