Smackdown

Employer Christmas Party last night which meant crappy buffet chicken, having to be nice to people I don't like being nice when I'm getting paid to do so, four-dollar beer, and missing Smackdown. Luckily, some of us ditched early and went elsewhere for bitchfest/smaller celebration.

Enough about me! Smackdown awaits ( You can kick me, but don't you even mock my dancing! )

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C&P'd from like, everywhere.

Publishing Crisis! No one, really Millions were devastated by the news coming out of all the important publishing places in New York that some of the poems in Twig's latest poetry chapbook I'll love Dave to the Grave...
are, in fact, plagiarized. Among the poems alleged to be written by other people altogether are: "Whose Bright Idea Was It To Put A Window In Front Of The Sun?", "I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings" and "I Want To Eat Him Like A Bean Burrito".

Poor Twig. I'm still your friend.