Beafarino

Tonight I received perhaps the funniest email of my 18 years spent online:

"Tonight's emails could be the end of the political aspirations of anyone even slightly related to us. Collectively, tonight, we are Roger Clinton."

And now, a message for Roger's better half, who doesn't linger online after midnight, because she has a job and is responsible or sane or something along those lines:

Now that we have free texting, you might want to silence your phone at night if you plan to sleep. Because I keep forgetting I have a blog, and I can text from bed while basking in the glow of my new Plasma. And OMG I got a new TiVo too, so for realz I'm never sleeping (or leaving my bed) again. AND WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO WHEN NO ONE WILL DELIVER NACHOS TO MY BED AT 3 AM?

Also - for my birthday can you hire someone from Craigslist to stop by and turn me? By then I'm gonna have some mighty fine bedsores.

Finally - make sure that couch is at least 71" long if you're not going to buy my bed yet.

That is all. Stay tuned and as long as I don't forget I have a blog, my other 2 blog readers will get posts of their own eventually too. (Oh, wait, one of them already did.)

Bonus: hilariously horrifying glimpse into my past, and at this rate, my future:

GAH! THERE's the beaf, "Roger." THERE. IS. THE. BEAF.