tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61758554868353508672011-12-14T19:17:39.634-08:00SEO Davenoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175855486835350867.post-42919654277889307392009-07-27T07:11:00.000-07:002010-02-08T16:19:03.387-08:00So our dear friend and fellow lactose intolerant power-defecator, AK, is getting married this weekend up in Lake Tahoe to a reputedly brilliant and verifiably kick-ass young woman; and I think I speak for all the authors of this humble-yet-regionally-famous blog when I clench my favorite neck-punchin’ fist and shriek “Booyaghh!!!” (Or “Yahtzee!”, for those of you not from the streets)<br /><br />Yeah, that’s right jerks, two young people in love who somehow escaped the corrosive forces of the relentless, baby-jesus-stabbing gay cabal, and will be following through with that supposedly-extinct ritual of relationshipness: Regular, good ol’ fashioned, animal-free marriage, with a Rabbi and everything. Take that, homos!<br /><br />Seriously though, I can’t friggin’ wait. Not only am I happy as a god damned Crack n’ Prozac Bouquet for my friends A ‘n A and their joyous union, the weekend itself promises maximum hilarity; for whenever the Space Bastards assemble on the west coast, great things happen: Drinks are consumed, eyeglasses are broken, Asian kids tumble down mountains, people jump straight onto their faces on the cold, wet sidewalks, and noses are pulverized. Things are looking good.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175855486835350867-4291965427788930739?l=rightwingarab.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SEO Davenoreply@blogger.com