Crazy from the soogars

Too much candy in this office. Can't fight it any longer... gourmet marshmallow covered in caramel and mocha ganache... it's like edible M. Hardy in a decorative tin (Carlito, of course, is the bon-bons, Chris Masters is the lemon cremes; Edge is an old bag of Good -n- Plenties; don't leave Randy alone in a room with the tin).

That clause ended in a non-parallel way. All my grammar triumphs of 2006 ruined for the sake of a swipe at Orton.

Also, let me tell you this: too much sugar mulling over recent fandom events = all caps rant (to be filed for now, and edited later, when the sugar-induced snarkiness wans)

Last, drunken Omega boys bull-riding... my pants are still wiggling.

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World's saddest video. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=scKrBxdj_-E&mode=related&search=