As you might have noticed, I’ve been working on the website. And by working on it, I mean I have no idea what I’m doing and am starting to get pissed off.
One of the problems I’ve yet to figure out is why the font is different on single page views than on the homepage. I think I found a fix, but after a few vodkas, it’s probably best to wait until tomorrow to tackle the issue.
Just when my frustration level was hitting critical mass, I get this. It’s a dispute letter written to a credit card company by an SOB reader who recently incurred charges from a strip club for services not rendered.
I hope King made it to Cali. He knows absolutely no one out there, and imagines his first few friends will be bartenders. We wish his new friends nothing but the best because our livers could use the break.
I apologize for not getting to all of the emails, but Ken B. sent a couple of good ones.
Check out the Michael Vick cartoon on this page.
A sign you’re driving too fast.
People say I’m no-good, and crazy as a loon. I get stoned in the morning. I get drunk in the afternoon.
Benny
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August 22nd, 2007 at 10:25 am
Have you ever been giving a private dance and enter this zone where you’re moving across his body like a sun-warmed wave and you just want to stroke his soul when, you’re told to stop, go away, come back after the song is over? Me neither.
August 22nd, 2007 at 12:06 pm
Have you ever read a comment and had to close the shades?
Me neither.