by Chatchka on 14 Jan 2009 02:33
I'm trying to think what would provoke the Stewartness to speak. Hmmmmmm. Think, think...think, think, think. (Hi STEWART)
Damn, all I can think of are lame ideas, like all of us mooning you in our avatars.
Damn. Just not enough beer in me yet to be able to think clearly. Hang in there, STEWART. I'll have to get back to you in a few more.
ETA: Okay, this might take a while. Mr. Chatchka just informed me that the keg just kicked, and on a freaking Tuesday night. Harrumph.
ETA Again: Okay, it isn't really a problem that it is Tuesday night when the keg kicked, much better than a Saturday. We have an extra keg in a fridge in the garage to that we NEVER have to be without cold beer on tap. It is just that swapping the keg out on a Tuesday night isn't that desireable at nearly 10 p.m. Thus, I'm being forced to switch to bottled beer, which is CLEARLY substandard. And, environmentally undesireable.
ETA AGAIN: This is it! I have it! STEWART, if you don't post, I will be forced to ramble on about our annoyingly detailed beer supply strategy Chez Casa Van Alsburg.
ETA Ad Nauseum: Seriously, STEWART. Don't force me to stray into boring stories about parenting. I have to keep that small talk going in my real life. Let's keep it about sex, drugs and, rock and roll around here. Don't make me do it. man. I'll tell the Disney World poop story. I will. NOW POST, DAMMIT, POST! CHRIST ON A BIKE, SAVE US ALL FROM THE DISNEY WORLD POOP STORY!!
Go Club Tama -- Balls OUT!!!!!