Yeah. So my good friend and blogging buddy, Twindaddy, recently availed himself of a significant life change. Afterwards, standing victorious over the slain bones and juicy fragments of his enemas… uhm, enemies, he threw down his keyboard gauntlet in a challenge of bloggetary proportions, albeit microbloggetary… shit, more Rantionary terms there!
What the Stormtrooper-clad blogging force proposed was a night of drunk texts on Twitter. Being a huge fan of beer myself, and facing his similar situation here in LOVELY, FLAT BORING-ASS KANSAS (yes, fuck you, you know who you are you dickless twat), I opted to pick up his sullied handgear and slap him manfully about his face and shoulders and junk. I said, “And let it be known, by all men great and small, that our epic quest has commenced.” And then I apologized for the shot to the nards.
The ongoing malt-fueled (mead, if you will) textual duel is ongoing, and is awesomesauce!!!