Oh. And one more thing: Don’t forget to support Blogathon 2002 if you’re able. It’ll make Meryl happy (doubtful) and Laurence sane (not a friggin’ chance).
But at least you’ll be able to say you tried, right…?
[update: The First Lady of Bloggy Stimulation (and some of her naughty gal pals, ‘t looks like) are also, um, tickling the keyboard for this Blogathon thingy. Dirty talk for a good cause. Go on. Give ’til it — well, y’know — goes kinda limp.]
Awwwww. I love you, too! Kissy kissy!
’Course it’ll make me happy. But then, so will getting laid.
Not that I’m asking you. You’re married, and not in the same time zone.
Know any decent Jewish guys in the Richmond area?
They’re allowing Jews in Virginia now? Huh, who knew…
Bad influence? Why, my weblog is chicken soup for the pundits’ soul, Meryl….
My best friend grew up in Richmond; she’s now living in Jerusalem (and don’t think I don’t sweat every time I hear about another homicide bombing).
Her mother is of Danish-Jewish extraction, while her father is your everyday New Yawk Ashkenaz. I forget the exact details, but there are actually Jewish rednecks in her family. There are some Christian rednecks in her family tree too, so the Jewish ones are probably the result of intermarriage.
**Jeff Foxworthy channeling Jackie Mason** “If you don’t drive on Shabbat because your car is up on blocks…you might be a Jewish Redneck!”