My friend Gina wrote an hysterical post about fainting goats on Monday. You should read it. You’ll find it at her site here. Unfortunately, you can also find it here, on the MySpace page of this loser. Yep, Lauren Cormier, a 30-year-old who lives in Palm Harbor, Florida, apparently liked Gina’s post so much that… Read More copied.
I’ve always been fascinated by how Google matches up searches with Uncle Crappy. I get a lot for College Football, for example, and that’s a totally understandable match. This post about the Grateful Dead’s Houseboat Tapes gets hits from people looking for information about houseboats; again, an understandable connection, but I have the feeling some… Read More searching.
Three miles and more than $5,200. And the funny thing was, neither was especially difficult. I met these lovely ladies and gentlemen just after 9 a.m. Saturday morning, to make good on our pledge to walk for Maddie in the March of Dimes’ March for Babies. I got to meet some of my favorite internet… Read More walked.
I have a couple suggestions as to things you might want to check out when you have a spare couple of minutes today. First, you should head over to Father Spoon’s always-excellent Hump Day Happiness blog. His beer review site not only features his review of the Guinness 250th Anniversary Stout, but also that of… Read More a little light reading.
Two people get congratulations on last night’s win by the North Carolina Tar Heels — Mrs. Crappy, our favorite Tar Heel, and Kewyson, the winner of the Fourth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge. Kewyson won by virtue of having a one-point lead on Mystery Michelle and Carolina Boy and a two-point lead over… Read More faucnffc: championship edition.
She wanted a circus. She pretty much got one. Annoyed Angel has already posted a much better recap of Saturday’s Asshat Tweetup than I could ever write; if you haven’t seen it yet, you can find it here. There are, of course, a couple things I can add: Finding people who wanted to say nice… Read More rugby day, part two.
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