I'm going to ask you to preemptively forgive me for my shortened post today, but with all this humidity in the air, as well as the gas from the man next to me who just "let 'er rip" (that's the technical term), I can't bear to write more than just a few flowery lines today and slap up some very important links.
And, apparently, neither can the Washington Post, who enticed me to click on the link, "Tiny Pile of Snow Remains at BWI" earlier today. (I'm sure the Baltimore Sun is mourning this delicious scoop.) I want to go role around in that...
...That is, if I wasn't so lazy. I've been sitting here with 3-D glasses on trying to train this Starbucks employee to not be a dick. Which reminds me of the film I saw this weekend -- How to Train Your Dragon. It was good. That is all.
And speaking of the media and good, has anyone not watched the President's stand-up set at this year's White House Correspondents' Dinner? "I didn't know Krispy Kreme had a catalogue." Well played, sir, well played.
However, not well played, is Bruce Barilla in his campaign ad to become a West Virginia representative. He's against "gay sex," albeit, very awkwardly.
But let's not e-part ways on that note today, although I am running late for my underemployment nap. Let's return to sh*t being well played by turning to The Onion and their phenomenal coverage of the Kentucky Derby. "I can use a deep rub myself."