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Arjewtino
- I, Pronoun
- Profiles in Excellence: Shopping at Bath and Body Works
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- I stayed up all night reading the Mitchell Report and Paul Lo Duca is still a cheating sack of shit
- I should have been more superstitious, Alex Trebek
- What? Don?t they serve bread at Mizzou?
- No concussions at this blogger happy hour
- I learned several new words today
- The greatest season finales in history: A Blogger Happy Hour
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Blogroll
- 23/6
- Average Jane
- Blonder Than You
- Bridal Bird
- Caged Bird Sings
- Citizen of the Month
- Collateral Damage
- Culinary Couture
- Freckled K
- Grateful Dating
- Hey Pretty
- I Now Pronounce You
- I Wish I Was Like You, Easily Amused
- Life of Red
- Listen to Leon
- Love is Blonde
- Magic Jewball
- Playaz Ball
- Roissy in DC
- Roosh
- Seeking John Galt
- Starting Today
- The Brooklyn Boy
- Tickle My Kittens
- What Would J. Crew Do?
I have some great memories from elementary school:
Field trips to the Griffith Observatory; playing tetherball with friends at recess; seeing my first porn magazine; and playing “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” with the girls.
But one of my most favorite memories was when we had Show ‘N’ Tell. I would search my bedroom for hours the night before, looking for the perfect item with which to amaze my classmates.
Some kids brought their pets (always a sure-fire hit), others their toys. Even others would bring their parents, for some strange reason. But no one ever thought to bring a blogger.
Until now.
Along with these four bloggers and friends, I am co-hosting the Summer Love Blogger Happy Hour next Friday, June 15, at Grand Central in Adams Morgan.
To continue with INPY’s highly successful initiative to infuse these shindigs with new blood, you are all once again encouraged to bring a blogger-like individual along. That blogger you read first thing in the morning? Invite her. That commenter who’s been stalking you for months? Bring him. That co-worker who asks you if you really know Roosh? Sure, let her come, too.
Deets
When: Friday, June 15 @ 8PM
Where: in Adams Morgan
Who: Roosh, I Now Pronounce You, KassyK, Virgle Kent, me
Comments
I am so ready for some summer love, and am currently taking applications.
See you there!
Game. On.
See you there.
Ditto, yep, see ya there.
I’m like 80% sure I’ll be there. Also, I totally have friends/coworkers who ask if I really know Roosh. It’s the strangest fucking thing.
Totally off subject: guess what song was in my head this morning at 4 AM. GUESS??
Hava Nagila, right? I can’t say what it is, otherwise it’ll pop…damn, it just popped back in my head. Fucking INPY!
I cannot wait. I have not had a sip of booze or major social interaction in 3 weeks from this fucking flu. BRING. IT. ON.
You’ve got a lot of drinking to make up, then.
It’s like Heather B didn’t move away from us, woo hoo! You know I’m in. And so help me Christ, if ANYone starts singing that song at HH I will break a beer bottle over your head. After I’ve drank the beer inside of it, of course.
The song of which we shall not speak…ever.
Ummm…you MIGHT want to skip my post today…
da da DAH DAH…
Too late.
I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly…..
I can’t get it out of my head and I wasn’t even there. The damn thing is eating a hole in my brain. I just took advil because of the headache it’s causing me.
It won’t work.
Duh duh DUH NUH.
Duh Duh DUH NUH nuh nuh nuh.
Might want to skip my post, too.
Too late there, too.
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We played “spin the bottle” in elementary school.
Fun times. Fun times. It was the only time I could get a boy to kiss me. Once we outgrew that I couldn’t convince anyone until I was in my 20s.
Oh. That just proves how lame I am. Sad. >_
Thanks, Debbie Downer.
I once told a girl in 3rd grade I thought she was pretty. She told me I was ugly and to go away.
At least 5 people in my office now have it stuck in their heads thanks to me!
It’s a plague. A PLAGUE!!
did I spell that right? It looks weird to me…apparently the song is rotting my brain too.
If anyone wants Sanford and Son out of their head, go here…
Ok, if I already replied that I’m going (possibly dragging Bergle out) somewhere else, does that mean I have to leave a comment on each of your posts about the happy hour?
Just wondering.
Yup.
“Also, I totally have friends/coworkers who ask if I really know Roosh.”
awesome
You’re kind of a big deal around here.
Baby Bien ruined my evening. DAMN THOSE MUPPETS! Seriously, dude. That was just mean.
Are you fucking kidding me? That’s the night I arrive in DC, but I won’t be in the city until well after 11 (plane arrives at Dulles at 10) so won’t be able to make it.
Disappointed to say the least…
E, you have GOT to be kidding. Come straight from the airport. Flying in from Australia and crossing two hemispheres is no excuse.
the comment above mine needs to have “excuses” added to it in the bold type
People ask if I really know Roosh and I say,
“yep, he’s a huge homo”
hold up what?
I tell them the same thing about you.
I’m sorry! I am a Debby Downer this week. Feel free to ignore me.
Pfft kids are fucking mean. I hate kids.
Kids are the worst. Just punch them and move on.
My flight’s just been changed. I don’t get in until 10.22pm or something.
No bloody blogger drinks for me…