OK, just a quick hit here, but I find it hard to believe that people actually pay this woman $275 for this class. She just might be the next recipient of the ignoble Wal-Mart Douchebag Award. Stay tuned.
Thanks to Jason for pointing out our error in the gender of this potential douchebag.
Thanks to Jason for pointing out our error in the gender of this potential douchebag.
It's actually a WOMAN that teaches the class... Self-described "luscious kisser"... Interestingly single and unattached. Apparently she should enroll in the "How to NOT make your lover feel like a total idiot" class offered around the corner, next to Sister Ismerelda's Tarot and Fortune-telling shop.
On a more reflective note, how would you like to be the guy that inspired this class? Oh, wait... Sorry, Erik. My bad. ;)
Whoops, thought it was a dude. Turns out we might have our first-ever woman to win the Wal-Mart Douchebag Award.
And according to your mom, Jason, I definitely am not the inspiration for this class.
BAM! Just joshing you, middle school style, man.
I'll correct the post as soon as Blogger starts working properly again. I can't edit old posts right now for some reason...
My mama? Shazam! After that comment, I just shoved you into the nearest locker. Oh, wait, that's what happened to me in middle school. Damn.
By the by, I read the ENN story about the birds. Brilliant. Freakin' brilliant. I nearly shat a purple nutty load laughing so hard.
Check out Steeno's Valentine's Day poem, too.