Like the French…
I went to bed last night up by 10 votes, thinking TAH was the shi’ite, and woke up this morning with Matty O’Blackfive drinking my coffee, beating my dog, and Caro serving him stacks of waffles. I hereby surrender to the paratrooper of love, who beat us quicker than Rosie O’Donnell beat anorexia. Us trying to beat Blackfive is like David Carrdine trying top beat suffocation…like IVAW trying to beat their glue sniffing addiction.
However, I want to congratulate them on their win, because let’s be honest, Blackfive is the BEST there is, and they’ve been very good friends to us. However, at next year’s milbloggies, if we win I am wearing this with a black tie:
Category: Politics
Hilarious. There’s still a day left.
Half the writers at B5 voted for you guys.
Heck, I not only voted for you, I sorta got on to one of our readers for voting for us instead of you…
There’s an odd tone becoming apparent here…
A mention of The French, a dream-state menage a trios, AND a purposeful tete-a-tete of sorts.
I’ll be watching for the subtle glances and quick caresses, and I’ll have my new spy camera with me this weekend.
I nominated AND voted for you…
…Caro makes waffles?!
I make Kick Ass waffles!
You guys can always go with mine and Jamie’s new catch phrase…”4th place is the new AWESOME!”