So it’s no secret by now, but if you missed the video of our own Mickey and Ross invading PTG’s karaoke night with their… rendition of Total Eclipse of the Heart, then hie you hence hereabouts and watch it up, won’t you?

I am home with a sick little one tonight, the miasma of baby toss and baby wind surrounds me. I decided to catch up on some TV, but after watching Colony, all I have left is More to Love. Nasty, nasty, nasty.

In this hour, we discussed Beards, Waitress Flirting, Karaoke Rules, and Scams.

I saw on the news that teens do not use twitter anymore, nor facebook, nor myspace. My only question is, “Where did they all go?” So we can find out and go make that place lame, too.

I am supposed to be at a Tea Tasting Party right now. I sure hope I can make the next one. I was hoping I could use it for my man segment this week on the show. There is nothing more manly than a two cubed Ploughman’s with an assortment of fragrant and fragile scones with clotted cream.

This blog is somewhat disjointed, because I keep looking up at More to Love. They are ALWAYS EATING. The guy is such a douchrhetoric spewing machine.

I still have not shaved. Need to before tomorrow, cause we is gonna be on TeeVee! YEE H A W !

We had peaches this week from EricathePimp. They were pretty damned tasty.

You know how you have all these bones in your foot, called metatarsels and tarsels and tartar sauce and what not? In my big left toe, after the second to last joint, I have no bone. Just powder. I crushed it walking my Siberian Husky, Isis. Lifted my leg to step over a concrete tire-stop in a parking lot whilst barefoot. BLAMMO. The podiatrist said, “That’s the weirdest thing. You have no bone.”

I have mad bone.

I really hope Mister32 did his manchallenge this week.

Now these fat women are saying “He is my soulmate!” The guy is a fat REAL ESTATE DEVELOPER. No developer has a soul. Silly fat women.

Gotta go, baby is making Linda Blair noises again. All my love!
Oh, and it means “Turn Around, Bright Eyes”. It’s episode 360, duh!