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Monday, February 09, 2009

The Fax Machine Is Just A Waffle Iron With A Phone Attached To It!

The Blog's flight back from the Grammys was canceled (I accepted an award for "lifetime achievement in the field of enhanced R&B synth bass" I dedicated my honor to Gerald Lavert and Teddy Pendergrass) so today's post will also be canceled. Please feel to peruse Dicky's blog and read about "The Most Horrible Thing Ever" with a touch of Jeremiah Bishop bashing or Billy's blog and get your insight into the Charlotte bike messenger scene's very own Hunter S. Thompson/Rue McClanahan. If that doesn't float your boat, take a gander at Jeff's blog and see the art of "unnecessary self-portraiting while riding" taken to strange new heights. Most importantly, don't forget Cute Overload! That is all.

This sickens me:


Spiritof76 said...

I wish my fax machine made delicious golden waffles. Right now it just makes a hissing sound,then it starts to smoke.

Miss Jumper said...

I has a blog. Is this Diane? Well, I'll think about it...

Billy said...

heck yeah!!

spokejunky said...

Run awaay, run away.