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A meeting in the war room has just adjourned and the verdict is in: we're taking the Blahg international. This means some things won't cut it that used to. Look below and left to the nifty world map-notice our tri-city influence? The Blahg situation used to be like this: weekly obligatory hit from Aunt Suzanne in Nashville, me hitting the refresh button a dozen times to run up the counter in Abilene, and someone mistyping a url in Dallas and winding up on the Blahg. With the Palindrome Campaign: 8002008 in full swing, it is time to extend our borders. China is bringing countless pro basketball players here, the least they could do is be blessed by this award-winning (in case you forgot, I still have the award in-hand) publication. Bridges between the Blahg staff and the Old Stacians Cricket Club are being reinforced daily, so a European view of the Blahg is nearly inevitable.
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Today's history lesson comes from the hippie-infested shores of Toomuchtimeland. On this, the fourth of May, while many remember the ugliness at Kent State with sadness or recall other ugliness at Margaret Thatcher's swearing in with more sadness, hooligans nation-wide are celebrating No Pants Day. Aspirationless individuals out there feel free to join the movement.
That's it for now, Blahg-lievers. Enjoy the weekend.
1 comment:
how about you come visit your family in nashville and we will give plasma. by the way, there was a city bus driving contest in nashville yesterday...looked for you, but i was disappointed again.
your worse nightmare,
Coleman
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