William Featherby!
AAAAAAAH! WHO’S THERE? GOD?
Correct, William.
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
This is kind of awkward, but I can’t figure out how to use a torrent client to download music and movies. I’m not really a “tech guy”.
DID YOU TRY YAHOO ANSWERS?
I did, but every response was either sarcastic or inexplicably racist.
YEAH, THAT’LL HAPPEN.
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WHOLOCK!!
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LOOK MOFFAT. EVEN THE ACTORS WANT THE WHOLOCK.
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The BF is in Minneapolis this weekend without me, and he keeps calling with updates and they are hilarious.
He’s helping with a friend’s bachelor party and the calls just keep getting more funny.
This afternoon he called to make sure that I didn’t want anything from MOA so that I didn’t say ‘Oh, you were at MOA and didn’t call? I wanted something!’ And that was sweet of him. He also informed me that they went to Hooters and he didn’t find the waitresses attractive because they were too skinny and/or too made up for his tastes.
Then he called later to get the rules of Circle of Death because he forgot them.
The he called from the strip club to say that since he was hellbent on spending his monies on the groom that the others bought him bought him a lap dance. I told him that I hoped that he enjoyed it, but don’t bring back herpes or glitter. Freaking herpes of the craft world.
He called to tell me about how it is like herding cats and that he’s not drunk enough for this game. Also, they have a couple of 18 year olds cramping their style, so he had to ditch them. That, and they didn’t get a limo big enough because they weren’t supposed to have the kids.
Apparently they are in a place now with much WUB WUB WUB-ing. And he’s still sober.
I feel like many girlfriends would be upset at the Hooters or the strip club thing, but I just think it’s funny.
ETA: Apparently he broke up an argument about religion between drunk people on the bus, and now he’s explaining pizza in line at Mesa to drunk people. A new low, apparently. lololol.
Camp Jitterbug is here this weekend
On one hand, I kinda wish that I’d registered, but I didn’t have $200 for dancey dance at the time. Another part of me doesn’t really mind because I’m kinda meh on workshops after my meh-ness at Heartland Swing Festival a couple of years ago.
Also, the dances are $25 each. I mean, I’m all for dropping coin for a live band, but that’s kinda spendy for me.
Anyone going to Camp Jitterbug?
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Trent Franks, the Arizona Republican who proposed a 20-week abortion ban in Washington, DC and then barred DC’s pro-choice female delegate Eleanor Holmes Norton from speaking out against the measure has a new problem on his hands: a flood of DC residents who are bringing their municipal complaints directly to the Congressman, who they’re calling “Mayor.” From potholes to rodent problems to public transportation complaints, DC residents have followed Franks’ lead and begun funneling their problems to him rather than the city’s own government. […]
The protest was a cooperative effort between Planned Parenthood of Metropolitan Washington DC and a group called DC Vote, which aims to secure representation for DC in Congress.
Today, about 50 DC residents eagerly waited outside of Rep. Franks’ door, ready to let “Mayor Franks” know how he could make his newly claimed city better. According to the Huffington Post’s Laura Bassett, some carried plastic rats, some toted pictures of the potholes they wanted Mayor Franks to fill, and some brought disputed parking tickets.
Do not mess with the uteri of DC.
Nicely played, DC, nicely played.
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