Lost Blogs, Vol. II

[Editor's note: the following blog post has been hijacked by a voice from the past. Click the Lost Blogs logo at left to learn more about the GBBMC. And buy Paul's book. I get nothing from this except the torment sheer joy of helping someone else earn a living. If you care to venture a guess as to who my 'mystery blogger' is, the comments are open! If you guess correctly, I'll email you provided I have your address! I haven't made it difficult at all, so if you think you're right, you're probably right. Unless you said Florence Henderson! ;-)

In other news, see the article in USA Today online that references the GBBMC. Sweet! I can be a famous blogger hanger-onner now!]

April 11, 1920

'Sbeen a while, eh? Not to worry, I am alive and well. Ash well ash could be expected that ish.

Much like at my day job, I am gin-bloggin' right now. Heh, soundsh like gin blossom. Where wash I? Oh, let me tell you, my friendsh are shimply amaaaaaazing. Can you believe the goddamn magashine fired ME? I got Doooshed. No, not Douched, you twit. Doooooooced... Or somethinglike that. Yeah, so I said some wicked thingsh about shome famoush actressesssesss and a writer or two but it was all true. Sue me. Wait, no. Don't.

Sooooooooo, two of my dearest friends in the world, with whom lunches would never be satisfying at all, have quit in protest. Oh god. They are shooo amay-shing. Lunches are amazing too. That big round table they brought in ish all the better to mock people from. I have a lot of time to mock people now. Including the former Mr. P, who shall consider himself divorced from henceforth! I am keeping his name though. He really washn't good for much else. And at least I can work and shupport myshelf. Who needsh him anywaysh?

Oh shit.

Bartender!