Good evening, and happy mardi gras.
26 February 2009
This goddamn holiday again.
I’ve decided to completely ignore the fact that this is my maiden voyage on the tepid seas of the blogosphere, and focus on my annual Mardi Gras Gripe: I want my nickname to be “the big easy.” Granted, it would probably go better with someone already named Ettie or Bertha (maybe even Mabel), but I feel it could provide that certain flare that my life is missing.
– A-$
Oh, and Bobby Jindal has the intellect of an egg McMuffin.
Snarky enough for ya, Soph-Dawg?
