Holy. Freakin. Frejoles. Andy Rooney has discovered blogging.
It's time to find another hobby, quick. Something. Anything.
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October 24, 2006
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Holy Crap! That means my grandparents could be blogging! AAAAHHHH!
Posted by: Kris | October 24, 2006 at 09:10 PM
Is it too late (in either the personal or cultural sense) to go back to random streams of anonymous sexual encounters at singles bars or disocs or office Christmas parties night after night after night?
And would it still be as fun now that no one wears bell bottom jeans, tie-dye, little gold spoons nesting in their chest hair (OK, maybe that was just a guy thing) or platform shoes?
And is impersonal sex nearly as fun to the strains of Arvil Lavigne as it was to Chic or the Ohio Players?
And honestly, where do you put your cell phone or IPod during the encounter?
Posted by: Anthony | October 25, 2006 at 09:28 AM