Since Bill has finally agreed to put his pants back on and climb down from the bar, we are actually able to stare at him again. (Without jaws dropped)
After several days of vacation bliss, I thought this would be a good time to get to the truth. The truth, dammit, about Bill in Portland Maine.
Yes, the beauty and tranquility of the morning, the complimentary champagne, and the relaxed atmosphere may seem like an underhanded way to get to the truth, but no one can accuse us of using torture! (Even though it now appears to be perfectly legal and USA Approved, thank you VetoBoy.)
Yes! We're All Staring at YOU!
(Since I would never want to be accused of plagiarism, let me just cop to the fact I did a little cutting and pasting in order to keep with the format. Sort of. Kinda.)
What attracted you to Key West, and how long have you and the beautifully-bronzed Michael been visiting our wacky island?
What attracted me originally were the strippers. (But that's off the record, you monster.) Michael was attracted by the sun. Kind of like a moth to a flame. We've been visiting for 8 years.
What kind of booze makes you feel invincible to the GOP horde?
Bacardi & Coke, of course.
Finish this sentence: At the wetbar I make a mean...
...mess on the carpet.
No waffling here: dogs or cats? And how many toes?
Cats. Six. Breaking: The Hemingway cats are safe. I checked. They'll have their civil rights restored after the dem president takes office.
I have one question left, but I need to go find you a taller chair. Please ask and answer the final question yourself...
Drinking on the job. It's what I do!
Is the DailyKos community prepared to buy an official C&J house in Key West which BiPM & Michael would maintain year-round and allow visitors from the Kossack community to stay on weekend?
One word answer man: Yes.
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Let the Live Blogging begin!