My wife said, "so that's like the Superbowl, right?"

As I was walking out the door this morning, I noticed a letter sitting on the kitchen table which had a logo from the NCAA on it. I opened it and read:

Dear Randal:
We are pleased to inform you that a random computerized program selected your application for tickets to the 2007 NCAA Men's Final Four, to be held March 31 and April 2 at the Georgia Dome in Atlanta....

Today can only go downhill from here.

In poetry, this is called "envelope structure"

Now...where were we? Ah yes...No motherfucking liquids on any motherfucking planes.
( It's the weekly summary! Behind a cut so it doesn't hog space on your friends page! )

There are reports of motherfucking snakes on a motherfucking plane. Updates available all weekend long, I'm sure.



* Do not actually use toothpaste as an antacid. I'll buy you some Tums. Really.

List of people who might be upset.

I just realized that babs_the_nymph, bunnysmg, cheezdanish, clawdia, clickie, darkrow, earljr, emberleo, esme454, harrytik, janric, latinrastaqueen, megalita, nevah_entitar, sarcasma, spritelord, strange_biller, strangebiller, tansu, uncle_karl, and vangie have no idea that they their lives are being periodically compressed for amusements' sake.

If you know any of these people, please let them know so they can shout at me properly.