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Phillyist likes supporting good causes, and you can’t get a better cause than breasts. Our lip service pales in comparison, though, to the efforts of five local women, who are raising money to participate in 2008 Philadelphia Breast Cancer 3-Day this October. Each walker must raise $2,200 to take part in the 60-mile trek, and the women, collectively known as Team Bosom Babes, are turning to a time-honored Philly tradition to meet their goal: the Beef & Beer. Join them Saturday, along with WXPN DJ Robert Drake and local band The Modern Hypocrites, at the First Unitarian Church for an evening of music, food from Whole Foods, lots of Victory beer, prizes… and do it all knowing that you are supporting an important cause and allowing people to take part in a rigorous event that, let’s face it, most of us couldn’t hack.

— Johnny Brumsky [sic]

Back in Middle School, I was all about competing in speech tournaments. One of my favorite events? Readers' Theatre. One of the scripts that my middle school used for Readers' Theatre? Greater Tuna. Not in its entirety, of course. Readers' Theatre, according to the rules we went by at least, could only be ten minutes long. Also, it probably wouldn't do for a bunch of twelve-year-olds to talk about cross-dressing, animal poisoning, and philanderers. What...

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...Exits: After all the guff with The Don, we're not exactly surprised. (Via .)

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Spring is when we get busy here in the Ist-A-Verse. Very busy. But, after staying bundled-up indoors all winter, it's nice for us to be out, about, and collecting things to write about for you. Here's a glimpse at what's been keeping your favorite citybloggers busily away from home and out of bed.

I live alone, so I end up with leftovers all the time. And in order to preserve leftovers (because I usually can't eat them all right away), I've been known to freeze them. For exorbitantly long periods of time. (I definitely just made margaritas with some frozen mango chunks I bought a year ago.) Sometimes, they live in the freezer for a while because I forget about them: more often, I'm saving them for when I'll really want or need them. Last night, I wasn't feeling fat enough, so I figured I'd take care of the problem in a hurry and eat my last surviving piece of raspberry mousse cake. It had been living in a tupperware container in the door to my freezer for a while: I stared at it every time I went questing for ice cubes, waiting for the day that I'd finally give in and yummy, yummy, mousse cake.

Okay, maybe not really Greek. My version of Greek. Because I'm not Greek. That's a lie, actually: somewhere far down the family tree, there are Greeks on my maternal grandmother's side of the family. But I didn't learn Greek cooking from them. So I just try to replicate and/or improve on Greek food I get in restaurants. I've made this recipe a few times, and I change it every time I do. What you see below is my most recent incarnation.

...Cry-Baby: Umm... They ain't your personal belongings if they don't belong to you! (Via The Superficial.)

automobiles. It’s about men in automobiles, and the dumbass things they yell:

To the construction crews that I encounter daily on my walk to work:

Cinco de Mayo is not the Mexican Fourth of July. It's the commemoration of a battle won against unusual odds -- the French outnumbered the Mexicans by 100% -- but the Mexicans ended up losing the war, so they usually kind of forget about the holiday. Not us Americans, though! Just like St. Patrick's Day, one country's history of oppression is our chance to get drunk and obnoxious and wear funny hats. Of course, at the time of this writing, none of our sister sites have addressed the Cinco at all...

Our friends at Parisist get the lead today, because they wrote to let us know that they're still alive. We're glad, Parisist; we were really worried! Stay safe!

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