So maybe it hasn't been the most inspired week of blog postage around these parts. You got a sex post last week, though, so I mean that's something right?
House Keeping: You may or may not have notices a subtle change to the site. There's now a link at the top of the page that says "About." Basically, blogger lets you add "pages" now to your site, which are like posts except (a) they are always right there, and (b) wiseasses like Chris Othic can't comment about them. I figured I'd try it out. I've been thinking (and don't tell blogger about this) of switching blogging platforms to something more controllable and customizable, but I'm also inherently lazy about such things as "set up" and "programming code" and the like, so we'll try this too.
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Shut up, Bold type, and do your job.
Ladies Night: What kind of a world do we live in where a ladies hockey team can't celebrate a Gold medal with bubbly, Molson beer and cigars?
A stupid world. That's where.
What's the point of playing hockey if you can't celebrate a win by classing it up on the ice? That's what the Canadian Women's Hockey Team did after their victory last night over the US, and now the IOC wants to be all like "Hey, isn't that player 18?"
Whatever, IOC. Just because you like to be in bed by 8 and won't drink alcohol unless there's ginger ale in it doesn't mean the rest of us can't have a good time. Even the chick who's one year under age. BITCH, WE WON A GOLD MEDAL, EH?!
I don't know how wise it would be to try and stop the MIGHTY SWISS NAVY from docking.
I'm vaguely recalling something about Switzerland from an old Geography class I took back when I was in grade school. What was that about mountains? Hmmm. Let's get the atlas out. Hold on for a second. I think it's under that pile of old pizza boxes.
Ah! Here it is!
No Swiss ships allowed? Mission accomplished!