Steve H. comes all the way from Miami to LA and visits the Jewish guy and the Blonde, but leaves the bald black chick out of it.
Call the NAACP!
Call the Southern Poverty Law Center!
Call Jesse Jackson!
Just for that grievous snub, I’m bringing the entire ‘hood with me when I visit the lovely Coral Gables. And you *will* cook.
At least my southern under-the-skin brethren—who know how to party--are giving this “blogmeet” the flogging it deserves.
;-)
(Blame Paul, who egged me on)
You just had to drag me under the bus with you, didn't you? LOL
Posted by: Paul Jané | January 23, 2005 at 05:09 PM
It's all part of the Man's plan for keeping you down!
Blame Aaron and Mox. They were in charge of locating bloggers.
Posted by: Steve H. | January 24, 2005 at 02:46 PM
How dreadful. You have been victimized at the same time as B.Boxer was undergoing that horrible treatment by Dr. Rice!!! Oh, the humanity!!!
You brighten my days. God love you; I know I do.
Posted by: Paul | January 24, 2005 at 07:36 PM
Tsk, pretty weak there, Steve... lol
Posted by: Paul Jané | January 24, 2005 at 10:52 PM
preach on! =)
Posted by: mark | January 25, 2005 at 08:20 PM
Dont worry too much about it, Baldilocks, I got you covered when you come down to sunny Coral Gables. I hope Cuban food is alright.
Posted by: Val Prieto | January 28, 2005 at 10:48 AM