So. This weekend my super-secret internet group had it’s first annual convention. Did you know that I had a super-secret internet group? Well, I do. Some of the members comment here pretty frequently and have their own blogs. I can’t tell you who they are though because I don’t have permission. I’m working on that.
Anyway, we all met on another sucky website and when we defected we set up shop on our own little corner of the internet. This weekend a bunch of us met and got pretty drunk-ass. Well, I did anyway. There was even drunken karaoke but you can forget about ever seeing that video. I can’t tell you where we were though because that was also a secret. (All this cloak and dagger stuff is really difficult. How does the Bilderburg Group do it?)
I have pictures, but I can’t post them. You know why? Because our identities are secret. I might post some body part pictures though, stay tuned.
In other news, I had a really strange dream last night. Musta been acute alcohol poisoning or something. In my dream Mr. Rizzuto’s nephew was getting married. We were at the at the reception, which was at some Disney-themed place or other. All the Disney characters were doing some sort of choreographed line dance…no, wait! They were doing the Hustle! That was it! They were all doing the Hustle. Captain Hook was in the front. He had an aluminum peg leg and every time he stomped with his aluminum peg leg it made a funny noise. Kinda like someone with an aluminum peg leg doing the Hustle. He had a really serious expression and everything.
Why am I telling you this? Because when I remembered it earlier it actually made me laugh. Do you think this dream means I’m crazy?