Also, regarding your refrigerator question:I guess I've been doing it wrong, having kept myself in the fridge while the wine runs amok.

I am very much enjoying the mental image of you signing on Gawker while three sheets to the wind and staggering around the keyboard only to find some bastard unfollowed you. I hate it when people do that! I believe there should be an exit interview at least.

All right, which one of you bastards unfollowed me? Confess!

HA! Biscuit! Yes, I got quite a kick out of irking the hell out of him yesterday. My favorite is that even as he swore 18 times he was leaving G for good, he was all over the other threads. BTW I haven't bumped into you much lately, glad to see you again!

We could just siphon gas from someone's Hummer when we get there.

Houston, you have a big muthafuckin' problem.

The cigarette thread reminded me of one of my favorite comments of yours- it was on the ScarJo thread and you said something like "Elton John rubbed himself up against me while I smoked a clove cigarette and stared off into the distance."

I just figured out you meant from my wish list. I'll have to replace it with a box of hamburger helper.

First the financial markets tumble, then America's vital supply of gravy is dangerously low, further straining our dependence on foriegn gravies. These are indeed hard times.

(that message was meant for me, I think?)

Hi Hangnail! I was on vacation for a week and I was jonesing for some Gawker comments! I must do some stretches now so I don't pull a hammy when I start back in on the threads. Sorry you had to opine on Paul Lynde without me, I always had my suspicions about his grandma.

Thnks. I was wondering what happened to me too.

Thanks.

I make you muff cookie anytime.

WOW. That came out really wrong. And awesome.