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Katie Couric, you are a cutie,

But Anderson Cooper makes you seem

Like a gallumphing wildebeast.

The boyish twinkle in his baby blue eyes,

His looks, his hair, his sense of humor--

I have no choice but to crown him Twinkles.

Pray, give to him the throne and sceptre.

But be consoled, because

Katie, what you did to Sarah the Alaskan

Cooper could not do to Mr. Skittles.



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  1. Anderson Cooper and Kathy Griffin on New Year's Eve were...a...thing...to...behold.

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  2. Yes, I saw the clip of Kathy saying to a heckler, "Hey, I don't come to your job and pull the dicks out of your mouth."

    I think Anderson's heart broke into little pieces when he heard that while they were still on the air.

    I HEART Anderson Cooper.

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