Dorkafork has some pictures up from the Rocky Mountain Blogger Bash, for those interested in such things.
Preemptive answers: Yes, I was drunk. Yes, I have vague memories of soul-kissing Philip Michael Thomas. And no, I don’t have the slightest idea what ‘soul-kissing’ means.
But did Andy give you that tonguing I asked him to deliver?
No, but the little fucker tried.
(It was even kinda funny the first 2 or 3 three times. But it started getting old once he took his shirt off.)
Interesting lid. All it needs is some of those Colonel Henry Blake flies stuck on it.
I don’t have the slightest idea what ‘soul-kissing’ means.
It’s like the handshake. Four different ways, ending up at the wrist.
The Protein-Wisdom dictionary is going to need some elaborate exlanations of why “drunk” involves “dementia”.
In other news, Ronald Reagan bobblehead dolls?