So, this morning I get in my car and brave the Chicago Expressways to visit with some friends at the end of the known universe. <\/p>\n
Okay, it WASN”T the end of the known universe, but you could damned sure see it from there. <\/p>\n
I was all prepared to give That One Guy <\/a> a ration of shit for bringing us all to a neighborhood bar three kilometers from the end of the earth, but after I ate, I understood. The meal was fabularious, (a comination of fabulous and hilarious)and I ate, well, a lot. And having met The Other Guy I’ve decided I’m not gonna try to piss him off if I can avoid it. Contagion<\/a> kept waving his Ball sack <\/a>around and flopping it up on the table, and his Leslie<\/a> was there, of course, with her travelling companion Peter Weller. A nicer lady in person than even in email, and I only regret I never had the opportunity to tell her how deathly afraid I am of touchy-feely people. <\/p>\n Tammi<\/a> and Theresa<\/a> seemed to be plotting the overthrow of another blog, to which I’ll link when the magic moment arrives. (flounder)Oh Boyyyy!! this is gonna be GREAT!!!(\/flounder)<\/p>\n I met a lot of other people whose names are already lost, and I hope any of you who visit leave a comment and description and link to your blogs so we can have the chance to talk that the time today did not allow us. <\/p>\n Bloggers are to a fault decent folks. And all in desperate need of psychological counseling. Specially now that they’ve met me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" So, this morning I get in my car and brave the Chicago Expressways to visit with some friends at the end of the known universe. Okay, it WASN”T the end of the known universe, but you could damned sure see it from there. I was all prepared to give That One Guy a ration of […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-642","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/642"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=642"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/642\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=642"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=642"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=642"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}tamer<\/strike> keeper<\/strike> wife kept yanking out hairs up under his kilt to keep him in check. Seemed to enjoy it too. As did he. <\/p>\n