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I like Tumblr.com so much more than blogger.

Here's my tumblr.

I'm still going to use my blogger to read and comment on other people's blogs.
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bahst fraindz choke hold

bahst fraindz choke hold, originally uploaded by schroberts.

Next time I'm squeezing until she stops breathing.

Chinz

chinz, originally uploaded by .A.A..

I won.

In a dream I had last night, I was at a convention of some sort. It obviously had something to do with photography because everyone was watching slide shows of flickr photos.

When it came time for my slide show, there was an error, and then a screen popped up saying people had flagged my photos for being, "Very inappropriate and truly disgusting." Under the text bubble, a line read, "She's just like Brian Brown."

My office mate, Erin, and I found out that two new d00ds will be joining us in our office. I don’t have to move my desk, but Erin will be losing some space. The guys moving in here won’t be corporate communications guys, which means they won’t have AP style guides on their desks. So things will be a little strange, but whatev.

Erin and I are wondering how we are going to communicate once the d00ds show up. We’ve talked about everything from herpes to the location of the holy grail, which is obviously sitting at the bottom of a European lake along with some nazi gold. We do have an inter-office IM service, but it’s kind of lame.

I think it’ll be awkward for a while, but once we let them in on a few of the office secrets – like where the good forks are located, and how there’s free bottled water under the stairs, and who has the best available desk candy, they’ll come to trust us.

I forecast that we’ll all be joking around about STDs in between writing news releases and counting nazi gold within a week.

This weekend, the bar Carl's band was playing in decided to hire a stripper to slink around and serve drinks in a bikini. It was pretty funny because this girl had the body of a fourth grader. Imagine an anorexic shoebox on peg legs.

A little later in the evening she donned a tube-top which she ingeniously also used as a dress. She then got on top of the bar and started squatting down like she was about to grow a huge turd and sticking her crotch in men's faces. I think she made about ten dollars total. Honestly, I think she would have made a lot more money if she would have at least smiled once. Or even if she decided just to puke after every third meal.

While she was doing this, I also got up on the bar and did a dance. I didn't stay up there long enough to get any tips -- just long enough to get a good laugh. I gotta say, my shorts' pockets could have held a lot more money than that girl was able to slip in her garter.