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It’s a sad, cold, lonely Friday night here in Blogland.
Keri has not blogged in days. Cell phone calls go unanswered. Wonder twin cousin power telepathy has been short-circuited.
Squirrel is off talking politics.
Erin is Saturday-nighting her way through Friday night.
Ekovox has turned me into the feds, and I’ve had to bury the marshmallow still in the backyard.
Carol and Greg are drinking limoncello and running naked through the streets of Loleta.
Buservations will no longer speak to me because I accidentally flashed the sisters at her yesterday.
The Boy Most Likely To…is prancing in front of his mirror in assless chaps and a codpiece.
South Fork Ernie is busy trying to get people to be nice.
Heraldo is frightened of my gigantic crush on him and is hiding underneath a burka somewhere.
So tonight…it’s just me and this bottle of wine. hic Obviously.