Last night I met some friends at a bar, and at an appropriately late hour I saw one of my least favorite Madison fixtures, Mr. A.-the-sensitive-man-whore-who-is-attracted-to-"spirit"-and-also-tits(and who didn't mind his punky girlfriends underage back in the mid-90s) walk in wearing a t-shirt that said: "I Blogged Your Mom."
It had the Hobby Lobby iron-on letters on it. I almost punched him in the face.
(There's no specific persoal reason for disliking Mr. A., I just had to watch him skeeze my friends a little too often.)
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right! i totally know who you mean. super creepy.
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